Painful Start

Why did everything hurt so much ? It was all so cold, like being outside at night time. Or was it night time ? Was she outside, even ? There was a voice, a male voice, above her, around her, she couldn't tell but they were laughing, quietly and eerily. She moaned softly, why the hell couldn't she see ?

Smiles and teeth and eerily quiet laughter. This was all too familiar . . . It was The Hunting Hour and as usual, her arrogant mockery of all that they owned, were and did, had gotten her into this rather painful and extremely uncomfortable posistion.

Ah, perhaps that was it, yes, she thought - Fran . . . Francesco , that was his name. There was . . . blood, of course, yeah there was always blood, how else would he have found her ?

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