Tangled

Chapter 166

166

166

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.

17:37

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

try to warn Ava, but my voice

behind her.

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

comfort her,

Impact.

rends. Flames erupt. Pain

Ava, drowning in a sea

55000

And always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

but I can't escape. I can't wake up.

mercifully, I do wake

My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to my lips.

the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself to

torment.

often has the Master fed

by the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing at

be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in

you

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

that this monster might favor me fills me with

]]

tie lase mast but

weten, my mind dealle

Mariel's odd behavior.

aut all I want is to curl

ere will die

mure endle

she doesn't wees to care about

agan her hate prodding at my skin

detach that make

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

my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only

hands still, and she looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He must

his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes

return.

trying to

resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did

Lisa Fevers

For

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255