'Endure it? For an hour or two?'
Forget an hour or two. In the few short minutes they had been talking, every inch of Aria Joyce's body felt as if it were being swarmed by ants. The sensation was so unbearable she was on the verge of clawing at her own skin. She felt like she was going crazy. Truly, absolutely crazy.
She wanted to walk over and delete those photos, but she couldn't even move. All she could do was squat on the floor, hugging herself tightly.
'Who was she? She was Aria Joyce!!! She was Aria Joyce, for God's sake!'
'That... that kind of thing... She absolutely couldn't do it. Absolutely not!!'
'She couldn't be defeated! Absolutely not, not, not...'
She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately warning herself, frantically suppressing all the terrifying emotions swirling within her...
She didn't know how much time had passed before, in a daze, she thought she saw a tall figure through the glass door. It was Ian Shaw.
