Proserpina

I felt as though my body was being torn apart.

I wanted to scream out but my body simply was not up to anything. Wearily, I surrendered myself to the welcoming darkness that rushed at me…

***

Lucien

He had bounded out of the lounge and grabbed the arm of one of the nurses in a vice-like grip.

“What has happened to my wife?” he bellowed.

“Sir, please Sir…,” stuttered the hapless young man, mortally terrified by the sight of the dishevelled, bloodied grey-haired man with pale, deadly eyes.

Schwartz gently released the man, gripping Lucien’s arms, forcing him to calm down.

Martinez had also appeared. Speaking in rapid...