Illya woke up with a jolt, large beads of cold sweat rolling down the side of her head down to her cheeks. The blanket that used to drape over her body is long forgotten on the cold floors but Illya doubts its warmth would help her steady her trembling.
"It was only a nightmare." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, that was until the same suffocating smell invaded her nostrils. The crackling of fire soon then followed and the lights dimmed, blazing orange filled Illya's vision.
The voice of the woman in her dreams rang among the silence. They did this to me!
Illya sat still, blood-red hues transfixed on the dancing flames. It was as if they were dancing for her as she plunged to the depths of hell. And then a pale hand grabbed her neck from behind, the force not too painful for her to
