CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT - ROSALIE

I wake in almost complete darkness. My pain is not gone but it feels muted, more like a dull ache. I roll over and realise the bed I’m in is far too big, far too soft, to be the infirmary one.

And the smell, I know that smell, it’s one of fear and delight, ecstasy and trepidation. My eyes snap ope...