Mirelle
Mirelle“No!” I wake up screaming, heart pounding, body soaked with cold, acrid sweat. My shoulder burns like it’s on fire and my whole body fights me, but the adrenaline rush is so strong that I pull free of the restraints that fasten my arms down. “Stay away!”
No!”I pant and shake, eyes blurry, head swimming. Shapes form and reform in front of me, but everything’s underwater and I can’t make sense of it.
“Get back!” I lash out with my fighter’s moves, but it so exhausts me that I fall backwards onto my drenched pillow, my hair smelling like a dead animal, strands stuck to my face like entrails. When I reach out to push it back, strange clear tubes dangle from my arms and hands, like body parts all inside out.
“Easy, Mirelle. No being is going to hurt you.” A calm female voice
