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

the edges of my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice

behind her.

out. The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge

Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The world outside the windows is a blur of sky and

Impact.

screeches and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand. slips

nightmares keep coming, each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning

55000

unseen monsters. And always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

up. The horrors play out again and again, an endless

finally, mercifully, I do wake

heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid

the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself

torment.

with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed

once," I rasp out, wincing at the pain in

a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent of emotion I can't

you

"He must favor y greatly, for a

to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills

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mast but no words

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's

want is to curl up

ere will die

mure endle

she doesn't wees to care about

agan her hate prodding at

that make

fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when

I rasp out, my voice rough from

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

and the sickening rush of pleasure that

return.

trying to push the sensation

a

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