Chapter 83

Becca's POV

I woke up with something being thrown against my face.

My instinct was screaming, but when I realized it wasn't hot or acidic, I kept quiet. I opened my eyes minimally, fearing that something else would be thrown at me, but I found myself in a dark place with a strange smell. It looked like mold, at least for a while something very moist and earthy, but I was sure my feet were on firm ground.

I blinked a few times, getting used to the ceiling light above my head. My eyes were sensitive, and my body was sore. I felt entirely skinned, and remembered being abruptly pulled from Fred's vehicle.

Fred, my master and now boyfriend, the man to whom I declared myself before that accident, and whose phrase he could not even hear from my mouth until everything collapsed. Fred, who was bleeding and unconscious. Fred, whose body was so stuck in the dented door of the car, that I doubted he was breathing. My master and partner, who could simply be dead now.