There was a stake being thrust into Sheila Marie's lower back, the onslaughts radiating pain in a way that destroys her brain - or at least that's what it feels like. She lay so still, breathing shallow. She attempted to pull herself up off from the soft silky bed, but her body didn't want to hold her weight. They stumbled and plunged around as she had never wielded them before.
"Thank God, I woke up." As reality began to soak through her mind, the awareness that she was only dreaming gripped her heart and doused over her soul, yet she was thankful. Did it happen? It felt like it did though, she wondered.
"Good, you're awake. How's the three days' sleep?" Vergel mumbled. The corner of his mouth quirked up. He asked with such a deep voice. He noticed her feelings were not easily concealed
