Chapter 1
The sun’s rays beat upon Aingeal’s face coaxing her to consciousness. Slowly she tries to open her eyes and the left one opens but her right one will not, and she can feel the swelling that is preventing it. Her hair is plastered around her face, neck and shoulders feeling crusty and cold. She tries to call for help but her jaw is either dislocated or broken and when she tries to open it pain shoots throughout her face and neck. Shivering, goose bumps cover her bare dew covered skin on this chilly morning even with the sun warming her. The cold seems to increase the burning sensation all over her body. Gently she reaches up with her left hand to feel her throat and it takes all her effort because her muscles are extremely sore. This is when she sees the abrasions around her wrists and suddenly the memories come flooding back. They crash into her like a great wave of fear and she remembers being bound by a coarse rope. Frantically her mind goes back in time to how it all began. |
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