Chapter 28 Twenty Eight

• My sluggish brain was barely aware of its surroundings and the time. Where would it find the energy to deal with Madame Long's lunacy? Her monstrous appearance had already given me a heart attack, and I couldn't endure more.
• I moved my eyes around the room in search of answers. Sunlight pouring through the gaps in the hut's door hinted at morning. And the camp, which was brown-colored, looked like Elaine's friend's hut.
• My curious gaze stopped at Madame Long's face, which was still stretched into an unsettling grin. Her serial killer eyes were staring into my soul. I wanted to scream for help but stopped upon remembering what she had said about Desmond.