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A sharp pain pierced my head, forcing me to acknowledge that I was alive. It took me some time to open my eyes and a little more time before I adjusted my vision to the bright sunlight that stroked my face. As my consciousness was coming back, flashes from last night invaded my mind. In a sudden realization, my hands started to touch my neck, frantically searching for bitemarks. I couldn't find any. Thinking about my current state came second. I was lying on one side of a grand bed. It certainly wasn't my bed. I cautiously lifted the sheets and found out that my dress was gone, but I still had my underwear on me… my black lace, revealing underwear. I looked like I hadn't been raped nor bitten, but I had no idea where the hell I was.
I tried to get up. I lifted my head and immediately felt an excruciating headache. I wasn't sure whether it was the hangover, the drug's aftereffect, or both, but it hurt like hell. I sat up on the bed, my hands holding my head in one position. I
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