Lina shook her head and slowly sat upright, determined to review what had happened before the details slipped away. She forced herself to recall every moment, from the instant the man had embraced her to the moment his hands closed around her neck. The memories made her stomach churn, but she endured them, examining each detail as though she were studying evidence at a crime scene. She even remembered something particularly humiliating from the very end, when her body had apparently lost control of its bladder under the combined strain of terror and exhaustion.
Wonderful. I've died three times already, and now I have to deal with the memories of being strangled to death. Is there anything else this world would like to throw at me?
"Oh dear, why are you putting yourself through this? Do you have some kind of masochistic hobby?"
The familiar, irritating voice interrupted her thoughts.
