Several hours later, Susan woke up with the severest headache she had ever had in her entire life. It felt like oil was seeping out of her ears from how heavy her head was.
"Ugh…"
Her skull throbbed with each heartbeat, sending waves of nausea through her body. Everything felt hazy, disconnected. She tried to remember where she was, what had happened, but thoughts slipped away before she could grasp them.
"What the hell… that bitch!"
The memories hit her all at once. The boy. Chris. His fingers down her throat. The crushing sensation of her windpipe being blocked. The darkness that followed.
Susan's eyes snapped open, fury replacing her confusion. She tried to stand, to get to her feet—but her body didn't respond. No. Her body responded… she just couldn't move?
"Ack!" A sharp pain lanced through her damaged eye, the rusted bar still poking through it. She couldn't even reach up to touch it. Couldn't move her arms at all.
