Artemisia

The room turns around me as he throws me onto a couch before going to barricade the door.

I blink as I try to get up and see him push a piece of furniture in front of the door that I could never move without Cassy’s help.

Whimpering, I slump back on the couch as my dizziness forces me to lie down again.

I follow his movements with my blurry sight as he walks to the windows to barricade them as well. As panic overcomes me, I try to get up again to move away from him, but my legs ...