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Dear Shannon,

Anna is gone.

Please come back.

Melissa

Sent 24/06/2018

Darkness enveloped her eyes.

Beeping grated against her ears.

The smell of bleach assaulted her nostrils.

The copper taste of blood invaded her mouth.

And straps bound her hands, knees and ankles.

The beeping quickened slightly, perhaps sensing her emerging consciousness. Anna twisted her head slightly, but that revealed another strap that was around her neck. It rubbed roughly, leaving a mark that she was sure would turn into a rash. She attempted to use her powers, but for some reason they weren't coming to her.

Then the pain hit.

"Oh. Wow." She said aloud, not caring that nobody was there to listen.

Or so she thought. But as soon as she spoke, overhead lights sprung to life. The sudden shine forced her to shut her eyes, and when she reopened them, she was no longer alone in the room.

"What's going on?" she asked the infuriatingly sweet-looking woman.

"Well, Miss Mercia--"