i woke up in a drab, dark room that smelled as if it had not been cleaned in 100 years. I felt a rag over my mouth. i knew that if i dared take so much as a breath, i would slip back into chloroform induced darkness. i tried to reach up and brush the rag from my face, only to discover i could barely move. i struggled, but only succeeded in throwing the rag from my face. i saw a figure in the doorway. he threw back his hood and spoke. *there is gold in these hallways, and you are going to lead us to it. your uncle knew where it was. show us, and we will spare your life.* *not gonna happen.* i said, in my most annoying sing-song voice. *you always were a firecracker, Cassie. Maybe you need to be taught some manners.* he snarled before picking up the rag and sending me into a chloroform state. Not again.
I have been many places, seen many things, been many things as well, but what I shall never stop being, is a writer, a traveler of dreams and the human soul. My name is none of your concern. Call me anything or nothing; I may not answer to anything, or answer to everything.
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