Was it tomorrow? I had not even enjoyed my sleep. My muscles were screaming in pain and exhaustion which felt like the second skin attached to me. My recent experiences in the past couple of days were exhausting, physically, mentally, emotionally.
"I haven't fully recovered. I still have a painful cut. Why don't we start tomorrow?" I replied feebly, and laid back my head against the damp pillow. The cloth was still chilled and wet with the cold water he had previously sprayed, however I was so tired at this point that I did not care anymore.
The door opening rudely disturbed my half sleep. I leaned forward to know who was entering. I sank inward as I knew it was Marco but he did not stand alone. There was someone standing beside him.
Well, I am giving you a choice, Dante said, and his v
