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

I try to warn Ava, but my voice

behind her.

but no sound comes out. The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but

about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches,

Impact.

erupt. Pain sears.

each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning

55000

always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play out again and again, an endless loop of

I do

feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels

gag as the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself

torment.

with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master

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

"The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent

you

her face as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for a single

know how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might

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weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd

all I want is

ere will die

mure endle

doesn't wees to care about my discomfort.

agan her hate prodding at my skin

that make me

she's doing. Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at

don't have any I rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming.

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

his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile rise in my throat,

return.

to

me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you

Fevers and

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