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    Hazel's arm is tightly gripped by a muscular, yet enticing hand. Eyes pierce her soul as if his eyes are made of invisible darts with the aim of a master. She is still and in complete terror.

This feeling is something Hazel has never experienced before. The lullaby of the luring wind keeps invading her ears. The trees stand tall as if they are soldiers surrounding her, making sure that she will never get away.

Hazel's heart begins to start a riot and her lips become dry. Her soul feels as if it is leaking away, drifting into the cold atmosphere. Her revealing toes itches against the green grass. The wavy brown hair that graces her head is dancing around in the air.

She notices everything, everything becomes clearer and it's all because of the guy standing right before her eyes. This is the man she's been dreaming of for ages. He lurks around in her dreams, hiding in every corner. He becomes a silhouette to every shadow. Although she has never seen him in reality, she feels as if she has known him her whole life.

Every time Hazel wants to say a word, she can't. Her body won't allow her to, he won't allow her to. His muscular hands remove from her soft hands and he keeps his glance.

She is free, but still, she cannot run. He moves a strand of hair behind her red ears. "I'll make sure you'll never be able to think of anything else but this." He smiles. The smile is not pure, but dark, as if he is the richest and cruelest man on earth. His voice is a bit deep and his Australian accent makes Hazel want to hear his voice over and over.

A shock comes across her body and her fingers begins to slowly move side to side. She is lost for words and her mind is filled with thoughts of him, just like he said it would be.

Again, everything around her fades to darkness. She wakes up with sweat on her forehead, messy soaked hair, and trembling hands. This time . . . this time it's different. She looks at her arms and notices a mark, his mark. The grip felt tight in the dream, it carried over to reality. He's real and he's coming for her. He's coming for his revenge.