Bathing in sweat,
Drowning in tears,
Embracing the cold air,
That's how Ilya opened her eyes to the darkness of her room.
A groan seeped through her tightly pursed lips. She couldn't move her body. She could only stare at the barren ceiling.
Ilya tried to move her hands, but she couldn't even lift a finger. The cold exacerbated the stiffness of her body.
All of a sudden, Ilya's head began throbbing. She was forced to shut her eyes out of the pain that assaulted her. As she grasped for relief, Ilya's cries prevailed over the silence within the room.
'... Stop, just please stop.'
The lady's torment continued. It became more unbearable because she couldn't do anything to help herself.
She just cried and cried, hoping that it would be enough to chase the pain away.
Before she knew it, Ilya felt nothing. Not a single throe had stayed to accompany her.
Not a single one.
