Nadia
Can’t. Breathe.
Blyad’. Blyad.’ Blyad’.
Metal machinery parts clash and bang between my ears. Chain links clack.
I run for the bathroom, terror seizing all of my body. I’m shaking all over, freezing cold, and can’t draw a breath for the life of me.
I knew it was Flynn, I wanted to be with Flynn, but then suddenly something transported me back to the sofa factory, and it was the cigar man on top of me, smothering me. Covering my mouth, so I couldn’t breathe.
Bozhe moi, I’m so embarrassed. And heartbreakingly disappointed. And I still can’t breathe. I struggle to get control of my body, but it won’t cooperate.
“Nadia!”
Gah. Flynn’s chasing me in here.
I try to shut the door on him, but he throws his arm between the door and the frame, keeping it from closing. I abandon my effo
