Cora peered into the box stall as she had these racing thoughts, feeling queasy as the adrenaline pumped through her veins like a drug. What she saw shocked her – a body lying crumped in the corner on top of the old straw, a blob that was crushed beyond repair. It was obviously a male, you could tell from the build and obvious height – but it was hard to distinguish facial features with a face so bloodied and broken like his. Bones were protruding out of the skin from awkward angles. The poor man’s eyes were swollen shut, purple and black. It was a wonder how he managed to turn towards her in the darkness.
He struggled to blink a couple times before he managed to utter her name once more.
“Come here, love. I need to hold you in my arms one last time, like when you were little.” His breathing was so hoarse; Cora was horrified at the words he said. The voice sounded so familiar, it tugged at her heart strings.
She could hardly believe her eyes when she crept closer.