If this was the afterlife, it was not merciful to her, it was her first thought as a sharp piercing pain gripped her body. Rosamund felt like she was being burned alive and her limbs being ripped apart at the same time. Breathing became difficult, yet her lungs demanded that she breath. Her legs were numb but convulsed uncontrollably. Her head felt like bursting from the sharp knife, like pain that just would not stop for one second. Rosamund felt like dying all over again, the feeling of that poison boiling and burning her insides was still present and there was nothing she could do but stay there, enduring this punishment forever. She was dead. That was a relief at least. She wouldn’t have to face the world again. Better yet, she would not have to face Ruslan again.
That, in fact, was
