Chapter 65
Opening her eyes, Bailey blinked in the dim light, staring at the cracked cement ceiling. Why did it seem so familiar?
A clawed hand drags sharply across my skin. Blood beads, dripping down. He laughs, drawing near with his damned needles and his hungry mouth.
Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the memories, but faster than a speeding bullet, they filled her mind, the echoes of her past screams ringing in her head, ricocheting off the horrifying recollections that wouldn't stop coming. The cries, the screams, the blood, so much blood, and him. Roderick.
Clutching at her aching skull, she rocked back and forth, but she couldn't stop the tears, the horror. He tortured me. Too much to take all at once, she sank into oblivion.
Wakening a second time, Bailey moaned as she recognized the nightmarish dcor around her. I'm back.