Chapter 5
Miriam
When I came to, I was laying on a bed. It was dim in the room, but somewhere behind me there was a light source, probably from a small table lamp. My hand hurt like hell. I looked down at myself and saw the white bandage covering my hand. How did that happen? I tried to reconstruct the events. First, this nasty guy had slit my cheeks, then ... What happened then? I strained my brain to remember what had happened. I looked again at the bandage on my hand and the memory came back with a sudden. I wished I had not remembered, for now I felt sick as I thought of how the knife had drilled through the flesh of my hand. I groaned as my stomach turned.
"Sooo," a female voice sounded. "You're awake! Good!"
Startled, I sat up and turned my head until I saw a woman in her late si
