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"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, realising that opening the door had been a colossal mistake. Jessica lunged forward, grabbing my wrist with her perfectly manicured hand and snapping a metal cuff around it. A shiver ran down my spine at the unexpected coldness of the metal against my skin.

"Time to go back home, slut," she hissed, her words dripping with venom. Before I could react or even tell her to go fuck herself, she waved her free hand and we were transported out of my room.

My feet landed on the pavement of my hometown, the familiar dirty, grimy street stretching out before me. It felt like a punch to the gut, to see this place again. "What the fuck, Jessica?" I spat, struggling to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Consider this a friendly reminder that you don't belong in our world," she sneered, her grip on my wrist tightening painfully. "You're nothing but trash, and it's time you learned your place."

"Go to hell," I snarled, trying to yank my arm free from her grasp. But Jessica only laughed, releasing my hand and stepping back, her eyes glittering with malice.

"Good luck getting back, Harper," she taunted, waving her hand once more and transporting away, leaving me alone on the desolate street.

To be Continued…