The moonlight shone on her face. It bothered her eyelids, like screaming at her eyelids to get up once and for all and run for her life.
Rachel was still hearing footsteps outside, so she decided to wait a bit. She was shivering from the wet, heavy towel Michael threw over her. At least it served to clean the multiple sores she had earned trying to escape the warehouse. She heard the car roaring with Garb and Michael in it, driving away quickly.
Rachel felt ready to be free, but her body was not yet. Her throat burned like hell itself and her head was still spinning. She vomited all over her chest, the same mixture as before: between bile and water.
She took off the damp towel and a current possessed her body, as the winter breeze entered and kissed her feet. She wan
