When life seems so very simple and set all it takes is one email to mess it up. That is what happened to Basil Adair. She clicks on the email and from there sets her in a tail spin of mystery of what these emails are about. Her life becomes endangered and she wakes one day not knowing who she is or where she is. Each day from there is a new day with trials of remembering her past. Slowly her memories lash out during her sleep. Her most vivid dreams or memories arrive all at once. She remembers what the emails are about and who sent them, who murdered the girl and who she is. Basil Adair, architect, wife, friend.
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It was in that place that only belongs to evil, even in her subconscious; she knew this is where she lay. It was the snap she felt the instant that her head made contact with the wall behind her, she could not differentiate where she was and what was happening. It was the feel of the now familiar leather being strapped onto her limbs that caused the queasiness to roll through her stomach, into her throat. "No." she thought as she swallowed the pungent taste down again, breathing through the tape he had placed over her mouth. She was well aware now of what was coming next. “Come here, bitch!"
The lingering reminisces of the words echo through the room, as Jane clamps the sides of her head with her fists, quieting the flash of thoughts racing. The wretchedness of the nightmare lingers just outside of her reality, in a darkness she was not sure she wanted to enter. Eyes rolling back, she turned just in time to miss heaving the contents of her stomach onto herself. One last look around the room and she fell back in to her darkened agony.