She woke, shivering. The cold dark had stretched out it's long fingers and clasped them around her aching body. Images of her perfect day flashed through her mind - colourful reflections from stained glass windows dancing through a thick cloud of smoke. Wait, that wasn't right. Smoke? What had happened? In her mind's eye, she saw the look that had been on Ethan's face. Fear - no, terror. Where was he? She had to find him. Now. Around her, darkness loomed. Taunting her, calling to her.162Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhr45jNjgqX
Come on out if you dare. Come and find what's waiting for you in the blackness.162Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeC6rttQ2H5
It was then that Emily noticed a great many things. The first thing she noticed was her dress - it was so bright, she stood out like a sore thumb in the dark. She had the sudden urge to remove it, rip it off, it was wrong. Everything was wrong. The next thing she noticed was the ground beneath her, hard, freezing and unforgiving. Concrete. Was she in a basement? Next, the smell. She'd smelled this before - death. Was she dead? No, not yet. 162Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVku4RNVJW1
The last thing Emily noticed was the pair of eyes appearing in the darkness before her. Ethan's eyes. Her heart skipped as it did every time she saw him. He'd come to save her, to get her out of this place! As he came closer, relief washed over her. It really was Ethan, his body shape, his gorgeous face, his loving embrace. She was going to be okay. And then her happiness, her relief and her thankfulness came crashing down and made a crater in her stomach. Ethan wasn't blinking.162Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6CBqIDRzqx
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