Clarice lay on a bed, naked except for a sterile surgical drape covering her torso. A surgical sheet lay beneath her.
What happened?
She tried to sit up, but her body was limp and unresponsive.
“You’re awake?” a man’s voice inquired from the bedside.
In the darkness, Clarice’s eyes widened in terror.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s me.” The man stepped forward, his calm face illuminated by a flash of lightning from the window.
Hunter!
Clarice suppressed her confusion, her voice trembling. “Where are we? Is this some kind of joke?”
"Are you shivering? Cold? Or scared?" Hunter slipped on a pair of gloves and gently brushed his fingers across her face. "Even like this... you're still so lovely."
"Hunter, this isn’t funny. It's terrifying. Please, let’s just go home."
Hunter switched on the l
