I woke up in the middle of the night screaming.
Thrashing I clawed fruitlessly at my shirt. It was hot—too hot! My skin simmered, the pain, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Mind consuming and devastating.
The darkroom was driving me insane and no amount of kicking and scratching at the bed covers could alleviate the painful heat coursing through me. I gasped as a pair of strong arms caught my legs and brought them back down. It was like an ice-cold shower on a hot summer day, the hands of an angel! I nearly moaned in satisfaction.
More. I wanted—no, I needed more!
Shooting up my hands were like claws grabbing at the person in front me dragging them towards me. ‘Touch me!’ I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs—but their compliance with my greed kept me from actually doing it. I
