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I'm in a dark room, surrounded by candles.
There is blood splattered all over the walls, a bright crimson colour.
The blood is glistening, as if it's fresh.
My hands and legs are tied with rope, and I'm sitting in a chair.
"Dean! Sloane? Lia? Micheal? Anyone?" I yell, looking around.
As I'm trying to untie myself frantically, I hear footsteps, along with slow clapping.
I squint, trying to see who it is.
Agent Lacey Locke.
"Cassie, what a pleasure it is to see you again!" She says, plastering on a fake smile.
"What do you want from me?" I say, anxious.
"Well, slow down a bit, Cassie! Let's chat for a bit, no?"
"No! Just let me go. Whatever you want from me, I'm not interested."
"I just wanted to congratulate you! You know, for doing what I couldn't do." She says, the jealousy burning in her eyes.
"This is about my mother, isn't it?" It's been haunting me since day one.
She laughs.
"You know what, Cass? I've had a great idea. Since I couldn't kill her, I'll just kill her daughter." She smirks, pulling out a sharp knife from her back pocket.
I feel like a poor little girl in the theatre again, just playing her game. But not this time.
"Get away from me!" I yell, freeing myself.
Hands grab my shoulders.
I thrash harder.
"Cassie! It's just me. What's wrong?" Dean yells.
"It's just a dream, Cassie, you're okay."
Just Dean.
Not Locke.
My bedroom.
Oh.