Unexpectedly, she felt something heavy falling on her. It covered her head, going down, covering her eyes blurring her vision, which completely became dark.
It smelled like Dianne. She stretched her hands to her head and it was like a blanket. She tried to pull it off in vain. It was like someone held it tight to choke her to dead. She continued trying until she felt some lashes on her hands, which made her to scream in pain.
Fortunately for her, the cover on her head reduced the intensity of the lashes. Her head started pounding in fear and her legs began to shiver. “Why the hell did you cover me with this trash,” Dianne said as she pressed the blanket over her face and pulled it so tightly that air couldn't get in.
Abigail battled all in vain. There was no air for her to breathe and
