CHAPTER NINE
A QUESTION GNAWED AT the edges of her consciousness, eating away at the mind that imprisoned her. Something about the woman who came and went. This body still refused to listen to orders, which meant she couldn't open her eyes to see her, but the hum in her veins when the woman was near sounded familiar. Maybe it's just that she hovers over me. But as soon as that thought formed, she dismissed it. There was something else about her. Something ancient and powerful. Something hateful. As she imagined slicing the woman pubis to sternum, she swore her finger twitched again and her mind convulsed with the strength of her loathing.
Why do I hate her? With no answer forthcoming from the charcoal grey prison that held her, she returned to her present puzzle: there was something else
