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"It's time to wake up, sweetheart..." The voice resounds in my head for God knows how many times, before I do open my eyes. The lights around me is so bright, they hurt my eyes. At first I can't seem to be able to see a thing but soon my eyes adapts with the condition. The first thing I see when the blur leaves my head and eyes is me. All room is full with mirrors. It's so weird to see myself after all these years of being dead.
"You're still a beauty." The voice from my head whispers again, just this time it doesn't really feel like it would come from the insides of my head. Feels closer. More closer. I look around, but no one's there. At least, no one I could see. "It's ok. You're not alone." The voice says with amazing care in it. Nice illusion for someone that evil. "It's not really nice to think bad of your savior."
Oh, that's laughable. This was not what should have happened. I should be dead now. I remember dying. I was dead. Then why am I not anymore? Wasn't meant to be. But now it is. Power changes everything. Interesting. I'm not really complaining, though.
"What do you want of me?" My voice sounds so weird, but yes, I do figure that after years of being dead, it might sound weird. The question itself is silly. I know why I'm here. To work. It's even funny at some point. I knew I will die and now when I have died and came back I know I will die again. But not as soon as the previous time.
"You're here to work, you know that, Cassy. You have talent and we want to develop it." I have a talent. Well, that's a first. I never have thought that being a freak is a talent. But I'm not really surprised kinds like these find it a talent. But my vote still goes for the freak factor.
"Ok." What else can I say? It's already decided. At least I will get paid. I'm not exactly sure for what but that's still something. I'm going to be working in a big, evil law firm. It's actually pretty cool. And I'm not dead anymore. That's cool too. Even if I will die. But everyone dies sooner or later...
"You're still a beauty." The voice from my head whispers again, just this time it doesn't really feel like it would come from the insides of my head. Feels closer. More closer. I look around, but no one's there. At least, no one I could see. "It's ok. You're not alone." The voice says with amazing care in it. Nice illusion for someone that evil. "It's not really nice to think bad of your savior."
Oh, that's laughable. This was not what should have happened. I should be dead now. I remember dying. I was dead. Then why am I not anymore? Wasn't meant to be. But now it is. Power changes everything. Interesting. I'm not really complaining, though.
"What do you want of me?" My voice sounds so weird, but yes, I do figure that after years of being dead, it might sound weird. The question itself is silly. I know why I'm here. To work. It's even funny at some point. I knew I will die and now when I have died and came back I know I will die again. But not as soon as the previous time.
"You're here to work, you know that, Cassy. You have talent and we want to develop it." I have a talent. Well, that's a first. I never have thought that being a freak is a talent. But I'm not really surprised kinds like these find it a talent. But my vote still goes for the freak factor.
"Ok." What else can I say? It's already decided. At least I will get paid. I'm not exactly sure for what but that's still something. I'm going to be working in a big, evil law firm. It's actually pretty cool. And I'm not dead anymore. That's cool too. Even if I will die. But everyone dies sooner or later...