Mere minutes earlier, Fedora was silently seated on the floor, with her back against her bed and head gently cradled between her knees.
Her eyes had not been closed as they lay there listlessly, like a corpse. She had not been able to get even a wink of sleep ever since she had woken up from her coma induced state. Her mind would constantly be filled with all the horror she committed.
She could still see it vividly, the look of horror and betrayal in the eyes of her parents and siblings when she stabbed them in the back out of the blue.
She could still hear it like it was happening in front of her, the sound of bones breaking and the flesh being torn apart as she cut through Aleksandra's arm in a brutal display of her host's will.
More than anything else, she could still feel it… The feeling of breaking Adam's body apart with her own hands and being forced to be a witness to all the horrors that were being enacted with her own body.
