Another short one. Just to warn you, they're gonna get a little schizophrenic for a while. Just so you know.


I wake to pain.

Again.

This sort of thing appears to have become the central theme of my life.

At first I think I'm tied down again. There's something wrapped around my wrist, just tight enough to make it uncomfortable. When I try and move it, subtly test my bonds without alerting anyone who may be in the room to my conscious state, the shooting, throbbing pain is so intense I can't hold back a whimper. It's broken, and badly.

That explains the wrappings. They're bandages, not restraints.

I can hear someone moving. Coming towards me.

A moment of panic.

A million what-ifs run through my mind, a million thoughts and a million questions and a million horrible, sickening fears.

Without the demon inside me, making me calm and agreeable and normal, after a fashion, there's nothing to stop the sheer horror of what happened to me needle its way into my mind. I can almost feel the knives on my chest, the straps holding me down, the weight of the body above me…

His body.

Link, Link, Link, oh God Link what did I DO?!

And then, as the wave of fear and shame washes over me, I open my eyes.