ANGEL
He was back. Again.
It was the sound of the door that stirred me awake from another nightmare, ripping me back to reality, my real hell.
Him.
Somewhere between Daniel leaving and me wallowing in every decision that led me to this pathetic situation, I had somehow fallen asleep.
My body was worn out. The sheets below were now warm with my body heat, but still uncomfortably moist.
The wetness wasn't the only thing I was aware of. In this unending darkness, my senses seemed to have heightened.
Thump. Thump. Thump. This was my pulse roaring in my ears. The faint smell of urine assaulted my nostrils and my skin was too dry, feverish.
I was going to die without water, didn’t he know this?
Or was it his intention to kill me like this…slowly, painfully, did he want me aware of
