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

try to warn Ava,

behind her.

dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but

and we're on a plane, 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.

Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand.

than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea

55000

monsters. And always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

escape. I can't wake up.

mercifully, I do

limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a

force myself to swallow. Anything to chase away the

torment.

a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed

the question. "Just once," I rasp

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

you

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

how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me

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tie lase mast but no

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd

aut all I want is to curl up

ere will die

mure endle

wees to care about my discomfort.

to me agan her hate prodding at my skin

detach that make me

my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's

rough from disuse and screaming. "He only bit me

looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as

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

return.

to push the sensation

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

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