Chapter 29Throbbing pain seared through Zofia. I guess that means I'm still alive. But what is that horrible smell?
Brimstone, like burning sulfur, caught her off guard. Strong and obnoxious, it made her want to retch. Demented tittering sounded from somewhere nearby. It grew to a chorus, surrounding her. Rough whispers broke through the chortling, closing in around her. They spoke a language she couldn't understand, except for the vile, nasty words she wished she couldn't understand. It was like being bombarded by thousands of voices speaking all at once, and in every language imaginable while in an insane asylum.
One stronger voice, very male and very dominant, cut through these millions of sounds and said, “Don't touch her, she's mine.”
When her vision cleared, she sought the owners
