Yavannah Constantine
"Here" Mary offered, handing me a glass of warm ginger water. I caressed my throat softly, a slight burning sensation spreading through the back of my mouth. The water sent tendrils of heat down my palm as i raised the cup to my lips, wincing at the harsh and acidic taste of ginger. It was either this or drinking raw egg and i would rather be damned to an eternal suffering in hell than to allow such slimy and grimy liquid to pass through my taste buds and travel down my throat. Even the mere thought of it gave me chicken skin.
