She opened her eyes, slowly. Her head was pounding, it felt like a rope was being pulled tighter and tighter around her brain. How much tequila did I have last night? Cecilia thought. Looking around the room, she realised she wasn't at home. Where was the full size mirror, with the gold frame? Where was the rose gold ipad Charlie just brought her? Her full length silk dressing gown? She went to rub her eyes, but couldn't move her hands. Steel, cold handcuffs entrapped her arms tightly behind her back. She writhed suddenly, feeling the panic growing inside of her. She opened her mouth to speak- but no noise came out. Instead an intense pain smashed against her throat. Like a lion's claw was scratching inside her neck, tearing away at her flesh and smothering her voice. She tried to yelp out in pain, but no noise came out only the red hot fire of pain.

"So you're awake." A soft female voice sadly cooed.

Cecilia looked up, and saw a young woman cowered in the corner. She was wearing a grey, shapeless, dress, covered in dust and grime. Her short, wispy hair stuck out in patches across her head, revealing several exposed layers of red scalp. Her grey tinged skin was that of a victim, not a healthy young woman... Then it hit Cecilia. Her jaw drop dropped instantaneously. Lucy? But- what had happened to her? How? When?

She tried to lean forward, to get closer, to find out what had happened to her, but her handcuff prison held onto her wrist with an iron grip.

"I know. I'm hideous." Lucy whispered morosely. A small smile crept across her face and Lucy slowly looked up, her baby blue eyes glittering in the light.

"But you haven't seen your reflection." She smirked at Cecilia, her lip snarled like a wolf before it takes hold of its prey.

A cold, icy cloak seemed to cover Cecilia. My reflection? She looked more closely at Lucy- surely this can't be the work of someone else? She saw her only yesterday, how could-

Suddenly the sensation of boiling and burning penetrated Cecilia's skin. She looked down at her arms, once covered in soft, brown, skin and a light fuzz of hair; the red, raw flesh looked back her, each blister seemed to ooze pain and suffering. It came back to her all at once. The capture. The fire. That thing.

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