An Hour Ago…
The master bedroom was dark, the lamp was out. The storm outside was raging violently, throwing sheets of freezing rain against the large glass windows.
Inside the room, Camilla lay flat on the soft mattress, her breathing even .
Very slowly, her hazel eyes opened.
She stared blindly up at the dark ceiling. She took a slow, deep breath. Her lungs filled with cool air.
The intense, burning heat that had consumed her entire body for hours was finally gone. Her skin no longer felt like it was on fire.
But as the fever left her body, a different, far more terrifying torment rushed in to take its place.
Camilla squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She raised her hands and pressed the palms hard against the sides of her head.
"Ah," Camilla whimpered softly. The sound was a tiny, pathetic noise of distress in the quiet room.
Her mind was flooded with vivid, overwhelming memories of her drugged state.
She remembered everything.
