How long had it been that she had laid here? Hours? Days...no way it had been days, he'd have someone come and pick up her corpse by now, right?
All she could feel in the moment was the rain, and all she could smell was blood, and the distinct scent of decayed body.
'That must be the other person he threw through the window...' She lamented silently as the world started to come back to her slowly.
Hadn't she died? Was she in Hell now? ....or was she somehow alive?
Ilsandra felt pain resound through her body as she tried to move herself from the position she had fallen in. The hard rain didn't help with her grip as it made each surface slippery and sharp.
It was hard to breathe - not just because of the tight collar still attached to her neck - but also because her throat had not healed entirely yet.
...but how had it healed at all?
