Antonella
All what happened hours ago float through my mind.
I awake to the feeling of something skittering across my leg. I’m instantly gripped in panic and shoot forward, a sharp yelp on the tip of my tongue.
For a moment, I’m convinced I’m back in that hell, straddle that man with the pen in my hand.
It takes several moments of taking deep breaths for the panic to subside, and my surroundings to bleed back into my vision.
Panting, I look down, noting that my hands are still covered in blood. It’s soaked through my clothing on my arms and legs, too.
My skin is itchy and irritated, and I can feel it flaking off me.
Groggy, freezing, and uncomfortable, I look around the inside of the trailer I’m in. Vines grow up through the cracks, and it’s dirty and stifling in here but otherwise
