~CHAPTER 75~
My eyelids, heavy as lead, slowly pilled open and the darkness remained. The paralysis still gripping my body.
A testament of that syringe that is administered into me every three hours, making my body strong as a rock.
Someone was near me, I could feel it as a presence loomed over me.
Cold fingers wrapped around my wrists, and I felt myself being lifted off the bed. My head lolled backward, helpless to resist, as I was drawn into the unknown.
The only sound was the soft movement of the bed as I was picked up.
My stiff head fell into the person's chest and the scent of tobacco, rich and earthy, wafted up, mingling with a clean aroma of freshly shaved skin.
A strong, manly perfume hits me hard, filling my nostrils. The combination was unmistakable, a unique signature that I knew all too well but couldn't quite place it.
The person shifted while I felt their chest rise and fall with each breath. They footsteps were quite as they turned and began to walk.
