Chapter 20Pain. Aching. Throbbing spears of agony. Felt like someone tried to make an omelette out of her head. Despite longing for oblivion, the pounding refused to let her pass out again.
Where was she? Despite the nagging question, she resisted opening her eyes or sitting up. Instinct screamed for her to feign sleep, though she struggled not to come out of her coma fighting. Best to let her captors believe she slept on. Movement often only precipitated whatever nasty thing lay in store. She might not avoid what loomed, but delaying the inevitable seemed the right thing to do.
Not as she believed she could rise yet, not without moaning or being sick.
Better to perform a quick self-diagnosis. A burning pressure focused between her eyes, confirming sudden motion would be unwise. The thr
