My eyes found my notebooks, abandoned in the middle of that empty compartment and I easily recalled all that had happened, the night before. I terminally forbade myself from feeling any other kind of pain besides the one tormenting my physical body. That was what I’d expected... what I’d foreseen... and accepted. I told myself that I should feel happy for waking up in that cold room and not back at home; happy for the fact that that was the reality and not some desperate dream of a tortured Soul. I was really there, as incredible as it might sound, in another Continent, beyond the ocean. And, as it that wasn’t enough, and to make things even more incredible, he was there as well. That was his room and the pain that persistently throbbed in my arm had been provoked by his cruel ice-cold hands.”
Blood of the Pure (Gaea) Page 73
