She was left here alone. Her brown hair was matted with blood, mangled, and wet from rain. Her body lain in the ditch, clothes ripped and soaked. Her femininity was exposed to the cold, night air. Such a sweet face matched her body, disturbingly covered in bruises and small cuts. Her soft lips moved slowly, trembling almost, as she attempted to form words in an almost breathless whisper, "Never again... never again...." Her green eyes closed then winced slightly as she felt a sting in her shoulders, her abused body was being dragged across the forest ground. She's given up fighting now, her head lolls to the side and she passes out.
She finds herself in a very familiar lobby. She looks around confused. "Wasn't I just... here?" She turns around in a full circle. Everything is the same. The padded chairs, that feel like you're sitting on a cloud, are on either side of a wide coffee table littered with different newspapers. The sun has not yet set and the light catches a wall-mirror on the other end of the lobby. She notices her reflection and pauses: the sleek, blue dress hugging her curves and the slit of light blue comes to her knee; matching wrap is weaved through her arms and behind her back; hair is up in a tight bun with small curls coming out the bottom; open-toe shoes showing her painstakingly detailed toe nails. The silver cuff on her upper arm glints in the light from the chandelier.
That's right, Blythe and Felix's reception.
The small of her back is touched softly and she turns, gazing up at a well dressed man.
