Chapter Four
My sleep was restless, and plagued with the strangest dreams. Until I woke, I didn’t even realize that they were dreams, because I was still there, still chained to the bed. But there was something in the room with me, something beneath me, prowling the floors. I could hear it growling, but I didn’t dare look down at it. I couldn’t. No matter how much my mind told my body to move, it wouldn’t. I was trapped, lying on my back, staring up at that patch of golden sunlight, so far out of reach.
Then, all of a sudden, the bed bounced as though something had leapt upon it, and the patch of sunlight was blocked from view by something massive, something barely distinguishable from the shadows—something with large, dark, shiny eyes fixed solely on me, its jaws scarlet with blood. It
