A Lesson in Passion: Season of Desire Part 4 (Seasons Quartet)
“Nearby I can feel the damp chill of a rock wall. I blink, trying to make out what or who is around me. I can feel their presence although I can’t see anything. I’m paralysed by the darkness, and by the fear growing inside me. The presence is close. I can hear its breathing.
I manage to move. I can stretch out a hand and touch something. It’s a rough fabric, like towelling, and underneath it is a firmness. I must be touching someone – a body – but it’s almost too cool for that. Where is the body heat? Why is there no warmth? My fingertips run lightly over the roughness.
‘Mama?’ I whisper.
There is no answer, just the faintest hint of a sigh on the night air. And then, from nowhere, a hand grabs my wrist, seizing it with a hard, iron grip. My eyes fly open in shock against the darkness and I gasp, and then scream in utter terror— ‘Freya, Freya! Wake up, sweetheart, you’re all right. It’s just a bad dream. I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.’ Strong arms are wrapped tightly around me, a...nd at first I struggle, trying to fight off the horrifying grip in my dreams.MoreLess
I manage to move. I can stretch out a hand and touch something. It’s a rough fabric, like towelling, and underneath it is a firmness. I must be touching someone – a body – but it’s almost too cool for that. Where is the body heat? Why is there no warmth? My fingertips run lightly over the roughness.
‘Mama?’ I whisper.
There is no answer, just the faintest hint of a sigh on the night air. And then, from nowhere, a hand grabs my wrist, seizing it with a hard, iron grip. My eyes fly open in shock against the darkness and I gasp, and then scream in utter terror— ‘Freya, Freya! Wake up, sweetheart, you’re all right. It’s just a bad dream. I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.’ Strong arms are wrapped tightly around me, a...nd at first I struggle, trying to fight off the horrifying grip in my dreams.MoreLess
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