A haze...
Everything around her is a dreary, heavy and
unclear haze.
Her vision sways between pitch black and blurred white, faded out images as her heart thumps slowly in her chest... Her breathing is quiet and barely audibly and she feels completely and utterly... powerless, as Don Falcone carries her quickly through the hallways, anxious to see if he is being followed and unfortunately, he is not...
Donna Aleia tries to speak, to scream but she feels paralysed, a prisoner in her own body. Any attempts she makes to try and move is proven ineffective... but she has to keep trying...
Don Falcone takes her into a guest room and quickly closes the door behind him, not being able to lock it since he's using both of his hands to carry the Donna.
"You had this coming, Donna Aleia..." H
