Arabella Thornhill:-
I opened my eyes gradually, but could only yawn, my limbs weighed down and my body was as cold as if it had been bathing in ice. I breathed and my eyelashes slowly opened, the first thing that came into view was the glow of the curtain restricting my room’s light. It was a bizarre sensation as if I was imagining the whole scenario and was separated from reality by a glass wall. My head was dizzy, and momentarily I was confused as to where I was, and how I ended up here.
Then, I recalled everything: the attack, the knife, the pain that I had felt as he stabbed me, I had tried to fight, to get away, but there was no way out from the abyss that had swallowed me.
I tried to clear my head and blinked once more, and then I noticed it—a large, gentle hand grasping my small
