Tangled

Chapter 242

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242 Lisa: Waking in Comfort

LISA

Waking up in a bed is too comfortable.

My brain wants to wake, but my body wants to keep sleeping.

If this comfort is little more than an elaborate trap before I'm murdered, just take me away. At least I'll be going in bliss.

A sharp poke in my side jolts me from my half-asleep musings. I crack open an eye, squinting against the sudden brightness. A face swims into view, so close I can count every wrinkle etched into leathery skin.

"Up! Up, you lazy girl!"

The voice is shrill, grating against my eardrums. I blink,

40 focus on the owner of that

voice. It's a woman, impossibly small, with a nose so red it could guide Santa's sleigh.

I open my mouth to speak, but my tongue feels like sandpaper. Before I can form words, a stinging slap lands on my calf. The pain is sharp, unexpected, and I jerk away, nearly tumbling off

the bed.

"Ow! What the-"

"No time for your nonsense," the tiny woman interrupts, waving a hand in front of my face. Her fingers are gnarled, reminding me of tree roots. "You stink. Shower. Now"

I sit up, head spinning. The room tilts and sways around me. Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is... Darkness, Cold. A strange man who brought me out of my personal hell. The tiny woman's groan snaps me back to the present. "Look at this mess. Filthy! You've ruined

the sheets."

I glance down at the bed. The once-white linens are stained with dirt and... is that blood? My

at the sight of my

tugs at my arm by the elbow,

feet? Ah. Clothes I don't recognize-a simple white

I want to ask questions. -so many questions-but they stick in

in fear that it almost

if this tiny person isn't dragging me around

murder me.

Waking

reach a door, and she pushes it open, revealing a

shoves me inside and slams the

reflection in the mirror. My face is pale, eyes wide with confusion and fear.

face is gaunt. I've watched my fingers grow to little more than bony sticks,

God.

a skeleton with some

Horrible.

the hell is happening?" I whisper

mirror has no answers. She looks as

me wants to march over and slam open the door, demanding answers to all my

away the grime I can feel coating my skin, and the memories of... however long

shift dress. My body underneath is a map of bruises and scrapes. Some look fresh, angry red against my pale skin. Others are older, fading to sickly yellows and greens. Marisol

a kidnapping victim, it wasn't technically

a lot of thrashing around, trying to escape my chains. That usually involved falling to the floor in various painful ways. And when it wasn't

surprised my wrists and

hisses as I turn it on, steam quickly filling the small space. I step under the spray, whimpering as the hot water hits my battered skin. But the pain fades, replaced

water cascades over me with a sense of peace

the ledge is the first thing I grab, rubbing it

at my

the

is pink and raw,

brush it out. Still, I take my time washing it with shampoo and conditioner, leaving in a

Lisa. Waking in

out

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