Chapter 72

• Vynessa;
• My upper eyes blink open as my hands stretch in the air. I sit up upright on what feels like a bed. My inside twinge, hitting like it has been handled by a hundred men. My waist stiffs in its position.
• What’s going on? I try to peel out of my position, but the weakness roaming inside of me causes my body to still. I'm like a statue. Trying to comprehend why I feel this way when my eyes notice the wooden floor. An unfamiliar one.