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Several moments later, finally sanity returned to her brain. She ran into the villa covered in mud and grass, crying her eyes out.
Her eyes darted open and she was panting heavily, as her clothes drenched with sweat. The brightly lit villa seemed distant and vague and immediately chills were sent down her spine.
Cold sweat poured down her face and her hands were shaking, she breathed heavily as the dreaded images of her nightmare reappeared.
She turned back and forth, trying to push the images out of her mind, as her hands were clutching at her muddy dress.
“Julia!” she heard a voice, but she seemed not to realize the caller. “Julia, are you back already? Where is Victor??”
The voice could reawake her, she clawed her way to wakefulness, trembling and sweating as if after a great exertion.
“Vict…” She found herself paralyzed and unable to move or speak.
“What are you saying??”