Everything hurt.
Angela felt like a train had run over her.
'What's happening?'
She slowly fluttered her eyes open, and the room spun. 'Have I been drugged?' The only light she had in the room was a flickering, dim emergency lamp on the wall, which didn't help with her nausea.
Just as she thought of that, the attack came rushing through her head, and she gasped, clutching her forehead. She gritted her teeth and winced when her fingers pressed on a cut and swollen flesh above her right eyebrow. That was not the only thing that was swollen as she reached for her left cheek, and she remembered the man had slapped her hard. There were bloodstains on her fingers and her white shirt, but she didn't seem to have wounds on her body.
