— You can't take this off, Elizabeth, or I'll get mad. You hear me my loved… Lo~ved Elizabeth~? —
'… No… not this again… please tell me this is a dream… I can't go through the same twice…' — Weak although at least conscious, my hands came to cover our eyes in some kind of desperate gesture reluctant to believe this reality we lived. I felt tired and dizzy… probably because of the drug he must have used to take us here… but my soul was shaking. Terribly fearful and in grief…
I already had been kidnapped once… by a psychopath who also liked torturing me… and simply knowing there was no way for this to be a dream with all the memories we had about it… made me feel helpless because it was another crazy man that had kidnapped us.
"hmn….!" — 'D*mn it…'
As if it wasn't enough torture to recall so well my past life, the other things that happened before Paul appeared were also reminded to myself as I saw I was still wearing the dress we used at the Ball.
