Anna Jadwin's world went dark in an instant...
She gasped faintly, like walking on a bridge to the grim reaper above a burning ebony flame.
She didn't want to die just yet, the first time she was close to death, she was terrified.
The pain persisted, probably to its extreme, there was a sharp ringing in her head.
It seemed like an eternity, such a long torture.
Wayne Bailey opened the bathroom door, letting out a steamy fog.
He was clean, but his wounds were exposed, he briskly walked to the bed in a dark bathrobe.
Her petite figure curled up with her back to him, painfully convulsing.
He was about to lose control and pull her into his arms, remembering the time she had feigned madness to scare him.
It was his worry and anxiety that led to her repeated deceptions!
He pulled his hand back abruptly: "Ms. Jadwin, if I hear any odd noises again, I'll throw you out."
Her teeth chattered in pain, making a sound like a dying animal, filled with despair.
