"W-water,"
"P-please," Amelia whispered as she slipped into consciousness momentarily, her throat feeling like someone had sucked air out of her lungs.
Pain gripped her chest and heart, her hands and legs aching like someone had hammered them until her bones were turned to powder and her muscles were messed up.
The blood drawn from her body to that level made her entire body too weak. It was even hard for her to look up or move her head. Her sugar level and blood pressure were lowering dramatically, and her body was showing all the wrong signs, enough for a team of doctors to sweat and fear losing their jobs if she had been in a hospital.
Her eyes sank into their sockets, her lips chapped, and her nails turned white from their pinkish natural form.
Her fingers were trembling even as they were tied to the chair, as she struggled for every breath.
Her words caught Adele's attention, and she looked at her with a nod.
"Now is the time," she said.
