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

snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my

behind her.

dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet are rooted. Darkness

armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing

Impact.

rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand.

horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of

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I'm helpless

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

finally, mercifully, I

sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me.

force myself to swallow. Anything

torment.

watches me with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed from you?" she asks, her

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

withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent of emotion I can't quite place. Envy?

you

favor

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

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weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd behavior.

aut all I want

ere will die

mure endle

doesn't wees to care about my discomfort.

me agan her hate prodding at my

detach that make me

wrists, my ankles. It's only

have any I rasp out, my voice rough from disuse

me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He must have taken

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

return.

hard, trying to

stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing

Lisa Fevers and

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