Belching sounds echoed as Layla emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

She felt as if she might cough up her lungs, overcome with irritation and disgust.

“F**k,” she muttered, finally feeling some relief. She now felt slightly better. The toilet flushed as she pressed the button.

Pushing herself off the floor, she walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. Water flowed out, and she used it to rinse her face and mouth.

Feeling steadier, she stepped out of the ...