Twenty Eight
Chiara didn’t know how long she was out. The moment she regained consciousness, the image of Clarissa was the first that popped into her mind, followed immediately by a splitting headache and a paralyzing sense of fear as she saw nothing but black. It took her a second to realize that something was wrapped around her eyes, then another to feel that her wrists, waist, and ankles were all tightly bound. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, and she couldn’t think clearly—it was enough to suddenly make her sweat and her chest tighten as if there wasn’t enough air getting into her lungs. She was helpless and scared; she didn’t know where she was and if Clarissa was alive. Did Dorian or Mary find her? Was she alright? What if she— Chiara forcefully stopped that train of thought as she felt hers
- Writer
