Red soaks the blindfold as she stumbles across the hall.
She smells rust and sour sweat, her heart seizing in her chest.
the hand grasping her forearm feels all too tight and her head whips around at every tickle of a sound.
But in vain; Ari sees nothing but the red of the cloth that blinds her as she is lead to her unknown fate.
whispers seam to rise from the ground she walks on, the sound of her name floating just out of reach as the masculine chuckle of her captor drowns it out.
With a sudden tug, Rich pulls her to a stop.
Suddenly, her blindfold is ripped off, and a brutal chorus cascades down on her;
"Happy Birthday, Baby!"
The room is familiar, and each face that looks down on her is smiling, and welcoming. Ari's heart slows as she presses a smile on her face and accepts the champagne flute Rich is insisting she take.
Reminding herself she is safe, Ari ventures into the party.
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