C96 Who's Gonna Die?

Damon’s POV

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My head was pounding like a damn drum. As I slowly opened my eyes, the pain shot through my skull, sharp and relentless. Those masked bastards had knocked me out cold after dragging me out of the trunk, and now it felt like my brain was trying to claw its way out of my skull.

Everything was blurry at first. My cheeks ached. They were bruised while my eyes stung as I squinted