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Darkness clawed at the edges of her vision trying to drag her back into unconsciousness as she opened her eyes. The ceiling was an extravagant concoction of deep reds and golds all swirling to the centre where a shining amber stone hung, about the size of a football. Where on earth was she? What happened to her?
Memories hummed in her aching brain like bees. She had gone to a club with Jennie and Mark.... Her heart gave a tug at the thought of his name. 'After we got there, something happened, and he vanished' she thought, 'I went to search for him...and then he...' This time her heart fell right through her, ten feet into the ground. Images of him and that girl behind the club flashed through her mind, over and over. His hands on her waist, her neck. Her body pressed against his. This girls hands in his hair where hers should of been. Too much. He had hurt her, so badly.
A hiccuped cry of despair bubbled from her throat, her face was damp and going stiff from old dried tears. She was shaking now. squeezing her eyes shut she willed everything away. Her so called boyfriend Mark, the girl, the ache in her chest, the unfamiliar surroundings, everything.

"You gunna lay there forever?" Somebody drawled nearby, the voice was silky yet cold, but Magda felt warm at the sound of it, it reminded her of summer and strawberries. Just listening to the velvet sound made her forget. There was a sigh "Well?" it said impatiently. Magda slid her eyes open to see the same ceiling as before, dread tugged at her stomach with her sudden realization. Where on earth was she? Scrambling up she realized she was lying on a cold hard marble floor of some kind of huge reception room. Her back and neck ached, she must of been lying there awhile. There was the shifting of feet nearby and she looked at the person who had spoken.
Her hair was whiter than snow and hung, perfectly straight down to her waist. Her face was beautiful, so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, her skin was flawless and like a statue. Around her eyes she wore eye-liner darker than a black hole that covered every inch around them, the perfect frame to accentuate her deep purple eyes that swirled in a hypnotic way and were speckled with flecks of pinks and reds. Magda stared bewildered at them, she didn't even realize it was possible for human eyes to be purple let alone be so hypnotic.
The beautiful girl sighed again, "Hellooo?" Magda blinked realising she had been staring and mentally shook herself, "Who are you? Where am I?" The fear from her unfamiliar surroundings came creeping back and she hugged herself. The girl looked her up and down making her shiver, then said in a bored kind of way "Your in the reception room of our home... You've been lying there for about 3 hours? I kinda expected you to wake up earlier, but here we are." She shrugged "As for who I am, you can call me Dolli." She turned away and started to slink off her jeans fitted and her boots shiny black leather.
Magda stared at her "Why am I here?"
"Oh," She stopped and turned smirking "I brought you here, you passed out after I killed your 'boyfriend' and leaving you in the middle of the street probably wasn't a good idea" She shrugged uncaring. "So I dumped you here, lets go... I'm hungry."

Description
Darkness clawed at the edges of her vision trying to drag her back into unconsciousness as she opened her eyes. The ceiling was an extravagant concoction of deep reds and golds all swirling to the centre where a shining amber stone hung, about the size of a football. Where on earth was she? What happened to her?
Memories hummed in her aching brain like bees. She had gone to a club with Jennie and Mark.... Her heart gave a tug at the thought of his name. 'After we got there, something happened, and he vanished' she thought, 'I went to search for him...and then he...' This time her heart fell right through her, ten feet into the ground. Images of him and that girl behind the club flashed through her mind, over and over. His hands on her waist, her neck. Her body pressed against his. This girls hands in his hair where hers should of been. Too much. He had hurt her, so badly.
A hiccuped cry of despair bubbled from her throat, her face was damp and going stiff from old dried tears. She was shaking now. squeezing her eyes shut she willed everything away. Her so called boyfriend Mark, the girl, the ache in her chest, the unfamiliar surroundings, everything.

"You gunna lay there forever?" Somebody drawled nearby, the voice was silky yet cold, but Magda felt warm at the sound of it, it reminded her of summer and strawberries. Just listening to the velvet sound made her forget. There was a sigh "Well?" it said impatiently. Magda slid her eyes open to see the same ceiling as before, dread tugged at her stomach with her sudden realization. Where on earth was she? Scrambling up she realized she was lying on a cold hard marble floor of some kind of huge reception room. Her back and neck ached, she must of been lying there awhile. There was the shifting of feet nearby and she looked at the person who had spoken.
Her hair was whiter than snow and hung, perfectly straight down to her waist. Her face was beautiful, so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, her skin was flawless and like a statue. Around her eyes she wore eye-liner darker than a black hole that covered every inch around them, the perfect frame to accentuate her deep purple eyes that swirled in a hypnotic way and were speckled with flecks of pinks and reds. Magda stared bewildered at them, she didn't even realize it was possible for human eyes to be purple let alone be so hypnotic.
The beautiful girl sighed again, "Hellooo?" Magda blinked realising she had been staring and mentally shook herself, "Who are you? Where am I?" The fear from her unfamiliar surroundings came creeping back and she hugged herself. The girl looked her up and down making her shiver, then said in a bored kind of way "Your in the reception room of our home... You've been lying there for about 3 hours? I kinda expected you to wake up earlier, but here we are." She shrugged "As for who I am, you can call me Dolli." She turned away and started to slink off her jeans fitted and her boots shiny black leather.
Magda stared at her "Why am I here?"
"Oh," She stopped and turned smirking "I brought you here, you passed out after I killed your 'boyfriend' and leaving you in the middle of the street probably wasn't a good idea" She shrugged uncaring. "So I dumped you here, lets go... I'm hungry."