The Daughter in the Shadows (by Una Norris) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 Wrapped in Plastic and Panic

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The towel covering her mouth and nose had been drugged. Even biting the tip of her tongue hadn’t been enough to fight off the sleepiness_

Yunice’s vision blurred, her entire body felt limp. Her eyes could barely stay open, just a narrow slit through which she saw blurry shadows moving. She drifted in and out as people lifted and shifted her from place to place.

Eventually, the movement stopped. She seemed to be lying on a couch in some kind of room. Then several people came in, propped her up, and began changing her clothes.

“Why is there blood on her hands? Wait, there’s a needle stuck in her finger!”

Yunice’s pupils shifted faintly beneath her heavy eyelids. She could hear them speaking, but the voices felt far away and

distorted like temple bells.

Someone else chimed in, “Forget it, let’s just get her changed. That’s our only job here.”

You help her change–I’ll take out the needle. Ten fingers, one heart. This must hurt like hell.”

They moved her again, undressing her. One hand was lifted, then pinched. A sharp pain tore through her fingertip and shot straight to her brain.

She groaned, and the fog in her mind began to clear.

She stuck the needle into herself while she was barely conscious–right at the center of her fingertip. It was known to snap people out of fainting like nothing else.

She didn’t dare open her eyes, only pretended to still be passed out. One maid was dressing her; the other was bandaging her finger.

“Why do we have to dress her like this?”

“Can’t you tell? She’s being given as a gift. Some man’s gonna come in here soon.”

They worked quickly. Once they were done, one of them said, “Take all the clothes in this room. There aren’t any cameras outside–if she runs, we’ll never find her.”

The rustle of fabric followed. Yunice barely opened her eyes, catching à glimpse of the two maids hurrying out, arms full of clothing.

She lay completely still, listening for any movement outside. Only when she was sure the room was empty did she roll off the couch.

The drug still lingered–her limbs had no strength. The moment she rolled, she crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

Panicked, she curled up beside the couch, holding her breath to listen for approaching footsteps.

No one came.

She gathered her strength and staggered to the door, gripping the handle. Slowly, she cracked it open just enough to peek through

There was nothing, the hallway was dead silent.

No cameras outside if the escapes, they’ll never find her….

The maids‘ voices echoed in her mind

Her first mistinct was to r run. But just as she pushed the door further, she hesitated.

3:32 PM d

Still, she knew it wouldn’t hold for long.

No sheets. No curtains. Not even a towel. Footsteps sounded faintly from the hall. Panic kicked in again.

She rushed into the bathroom and opened the cabinet–inside, a roll of thick trash bags.

Quickly, she unraveled them and wrapped herself up, layer by layer, until the makeshift outfit clung to her like a black sheath dress.

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