Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't

behind her.

Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet

her,

Impact.

Pain sears. Ava's

coming, each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava,

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And always, I'm helpless to save her, forced

watch as she suffers.

thrash against my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play

mercifully, I do

raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a

tongue, but I force myself to swallow.

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks, her

the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing at the pain in my

her head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding."

you

across her face as she mutters, "He must favor

know how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but

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room, tie lase mast but no words coming

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd behavior.

all I want is to curl up

ere will die

mure endle

doesn't wees to

hate prodding at

detach that make

against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that

any I rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only bit me

a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the

and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes

return.

trying to push

girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing

Fevers

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