Whatever Dwight injected into my thigh is wearing off. As I regain consciousness, the first thing I notice is my body temperature. I’m practically freezing. My extremities are numb, I can’t feel my fingers and toes, or the tip of my nose, but my ears are on fire. I’m drowsy, too, and despite the drift into consciousness, I want nothing more than to slide back out again. My head feels light, and I can sense myself fading away. Some distant part of me tells me to fight the slumber.
Recent history comes back to me in fragments. The attempted escape, and my neighbor slamming her door in my face. The trip to the hospital, Dwight’s attempted seduction in the mortuary. He wanted s*x in a mortuary? That one was definitely not on my bucket list. Then he drugged me and slid me inside – what? – a mo
