Lesselyn woke up that night floating above the bed.

Maybe it was the whisperings, lowly chanting, or the piercing, unnerving pain that was trying to kill her a second time. Thus far, she couldn’t do much now but groans loudly like an injured animal awaiting its death. Sometimes, before dawn break, she would wake up with a sense of agonizing torment, but it was nothing compared to this god-awful feeling; this ugliness that had started eating itself away into her rotten soul. And when that warm light began circling its way around in sparks as though trying to heal what was left of an already broken body. Through a hollowing darkness were the tiny reflections of that one dreadful night started piercing it ways in, jumping and barking for her attention, till once again, it was only his sour plead that follows.

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