The car crawled towards Briarthorn, the quiet hum of the engine the only sound in the back of the Bentley. I wiped at my nose and under my eyes, my lashes sodden where they brushed against the back of my hand. My skin stung bitterly with salt and shame…But it was the roiling ball of something else in my stomach that ached worse.
It wasn’t nausea - well, it wasn’t just nausea - but something else, something darker. Dark enough that it made me want to scour my skin off until there was nothing left.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The phantom squeeze of fingers around my throat…
Shivering, I crumpled in on myself.
Weak, something in the back of my mind whispered. Pitiful. Scrunching s**t my eyes didn’t stop it from raking claw and tooth down the inside of my head. Like it was try
