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Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 242

242 Lisa: Waking in Comfort 

LISA 

Waking up in a bed is too comfortable

My brain wants to wake, but my body wants to keep sleeping

If this comfort is little more than an elaborate trap before I’m murdered, just take me away. At least I’ll be going in bliss

A sharp poke in my side jolts me from my halfasleep musings. I crack open an eye, squinting against the sudden brightness. A face swims into view, so close I can count every wrinkle etched into leathery skin

Up! Up, you lazy girl!” 

The voice is shrill, grating against my eardrums. I blink

40 focus on the owner of that 

voice. It’s a woman, impossibly small, with a nose so red it could guide Santa’s sleigh

I open my mouth to speak, but my tongue feels like sandpaper. Before I can form words, a stinging slap lands on my calf. The pain is sharp, unexpected, and I jerk away, nearly tumbling off 

the bed

Ow! What the-” 

No time for your nonsense,” the tiny woman interrupts, waving a hand in front of my face. Her fingers are gnarled, reminding me of tree roots. You stink. Shower. Now” 

I sit up, head spinning. The room tilts and sways around me. Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember isDarkness, Cold. A strange man who brought me out of my personal hell

The tiny woman’s groan snaps me back to the present. Look at this mess. Filthy! You’ve ruined 

the sheets.” 

I glance down at the bed. The oncewhite linens are stained with dirt andis that blood? My 

stomach lurches at the sight of my wrists, raw and a little bloody

Come on, come on. No time to waste. She tugs at my arm by the elbow, her strength surprising 

for someone so small

My legs wobble beneath me, and the floor is cool against my bare feet. Bare feet? Ah. Clothes I don’t recognizea simple white night dress that is several sizes too big, soft and deceptively clean. I’m sure it’s a mess on the inside

The tiny woman herds me across the room, muttering under her breath. I want to ask questions. -so many questionsbut they stick in my throat. There’s something about her demeanor, gruff and nononsense, that makes me feel like a scolded child

I spent so much time in fear that it almost feels comforting to be afraid of someone like this

Guess I’m going to need some serious therapy, if this tiny person isn’t dragging me around to 

murder me

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We reach a door, and she pushes it open, revealing a bathroom. In. Shower. Make it quick.” 

Before I can protest, she shoves me inside and slams the door shut

I stand there, alone in the sudden quiet, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face is pale, eyes wide with confusion and fear. Dark circles underneath them speak of exhaustion I can feel in my bones

And speaking of bones… 

My face is gaunt. I’ve watched my fingers grow to little more than bony sticks, but my face

God

I look like a skeleton with some skin hanging off it

Horrible

What the hell is happening?I whisper to my reflection

The girl in the mirror has no answers. She looks as lost as I feel

I turn to the shower, eyeing it warily. Part of me wants to march over and slam open the door, demanding answers to all my questions

But a larger part craves the promise of hot water, of washing away the grime I can feel coating my skin, and the memories of… however long it’s been

With shaking hands, I peel off the shift dress. My body underneath is a map of bruises and scrapes. Some look fresh, angry red against my pale skin. Others are older, fading to sickly yellows and greens

Marisol didn’t beat me

In fact, for being a kidnapping victim, it wasn’t technically all that bad, I guess

But I did do a lot of thrashing around, trying to escape my chains. That usually involved falling to the floor in various painful ways. And when it wasn’t escape attempts, it was me trying to do basic stretches and exercises to keep up my muscle masshard to do with heavy chains weighing me down.. 

Honestly, I’m surprised my wrists and ankles aren’t broken

The water hisses as I turn it on, steam quickly filling the small space. I step under the spray, whimpering as the hot water hits my battered skin. But the pain fades, replaced by a blessed warmth that seems to seep into my very bones

The water cascades over me with a sense of peace and cleanliness I haven’t felt sincewell, before

A bar of soap on the ledge is the first thing I grab, rubbing it all over me until it turns in a dingy 

at my 

gray, scrubbingkin as if I could wash away the memories along with the dirt. By the time 

I’m done, my skin is pink and raw, but I feel more like myself

My hair is a tangled mess. I’m not even sure it’s possible to brush it out. Still, I take my time washing it with shampoo and conditioner, leaving in a layer of conditioner in hopes it will help 

242 Lisa. Waking in Comfort 

with brushing out the tangles

Stepping 

Out of the shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel. Steam clouds the mirror, and I wipe it away with my hand. The face that stares back at me is familiar, but strange. There’s a hardness in my eyes that wasn’t there before

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