He had left the room as silently as he had brought her in, closing the door behind himself, when the first of the spasms hit.
She had thought, at first, that her period had come early, and curled up on the bed with her knees drawn to her chest in an attempt to ease the pain, but as time went on it only got worse, crawling up through her stomach to wrap around her lungs and make her gasp in air, panting like an animal.
Fiery worms crawled through her veins, visible underneath her skin, and she shook and slapped at her and legs and neck in an attempt to make them stop, and perhaps to kill them, crying out in alarm as she thrashed about wildly.
The inferno grew and grew, crawling through her limbs and roaring through her veins like wildfire, scorching her from the inside out from all sides until she felt she might go insane with the inevitable inescapability of each new wave of pain. Somewhere, dimly, she registered that the sheets were slick with something she couldn't see through her tightly closed eyes as she clutched at the fabric desperately in an attempt to ground herself and gain some footing against the agony.
What felt like a liquid bolt of lightening shot up her spine and she arched up over the mattress with a scream before the pain made her roll to the side and throw up over and over and over for what felt like hours until there was nothing left to come out and she clutched the edge of the mattress in blind terror to keep from slipping over the edge and drowning in her own puke as the stress of the pain began to take its toll in the form of fatigue.
Days, maybe, or weeks, it seemed, the fiery worms stopped burrowing their way through her veins, and she came back to find herself shaking uncontrollably in the center of the bed. In the few moments before fatigue took her hostage, she had time to register that she smelled, and probably looked, absolutely awful.
A wave of shame and fear came over her. Nevermind that this man had violated her, both physically and in some way with the taking of her blood that she did not yet fully understand, she had in all likelihood ruined both the rug and the bed beyond repair. After hearing what she had done, not even the nuns were likely to take her back, and there was no doubt in her that the man, whoever he was, would not be pleased.
She had just a few seconds to allow herself to feel outrage for her lost innocence before slipping into silent oblivion.