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Scarlett tightened her grip on her pillow, feeling exhausted though she had mostly stayed in bed these past two days. She had not been shaken like this since a while. She thought she was over this. She turned around, putting a hand over her forehead, her head aching.
She couldn’t close her eyes without seeing the ropes, the feet dangling before her. It hadn’t been her in that woman’s place, tangled in those binds and yet it triggered something within her, woke up feelings of fear she had so desperately buried deep within her.
She gazed at her wrist, her hand shaking. She could imagine the rope there, tightening with each passing second, draining her life slowly. The struggle, the pain, the numbness…
Tears trickled down her eyes as the memory felt vivid and yet distant. She
