My dress. It’s gone.
Fuck, she was naked. The realisation almost woke Chantelle bolt upright but, though her brain no longer tried to knock its way out of her skull, the memory of the pain when she last opened her eyes remained bright. She stayed still. Did someone watch?
She took a deep breath, but aside from cool air she picked up little odour. If anything, the place had a crisp, clean feeling, though…She tried harder. A vague hint of soil made her nostrils twitch, but no human scent came through. Something said she was alone. That being the case…
Chantelle eased her eyes open, gazing around without moving. Her head thumped a little, but the irritation lessened in seconds. She ached, but no sharp pains stabbed. Her right arm…A purple bruise formed. A memory came through of someone gra
