Claire's POV
The next few hours are a bit blurry. I can only remember snippets of pain- visions of torture. And the first thing I remember before going under this blurry dream, is a sweet voice calling out 'Maman'.
Everything is dark under my heavy lids, and if I were able to even form any type of thought, I would think that I was drugged. I feel fire swirling for release in my soul- but then it dies down. The fire is extinguished. After a while, I feel pain, like a blade coming down on my stomach, and my fire starts up again.
My senses are awakening to the pain, as the drugs are starting to wear off. I can think now, but all I can think of is the pain.
A cold wet cloth is placed over my pain, and I smell a warm Vanilla scent. My fire extinguishes yet again, and I'm feeling even mo
