Chapter 24 A Different Type Of Prisoner

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• The next morning, when I woke up, it took me a while to remember where I was. I blinked away what I believe to have been the best sleep I'd had in the last ten years as I slowly sat up. The room was nothing like mine was in Bloodmoon. That wasn't even a room, so I didn't think the comparison made sense.
• Frowning, I glanced down at the extremely plush red rug I was half lying on, then back at the meticulously laid and untouched queen-sized bed. Before I could get a moment to wake up my fuzzy brain, the door opened.