C22 Fu*ked up

Iris’s POV

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of the television cackling, my head splitting with a bad ache.

Where was I?

I slowly lifted my head from the couch and looked around me, my hand reaching up to support it, as I felt like it would fall off.

I was back in the dark and broody mansion.

“Oh, poor child!” Mary’s voice came from behind me, “Just how much did you drink?”

“Ugh