Pain

Nancy

The headache was excruciating, throbbing like a hammer against my skull. I woke up groggy, trying to focus my vision on my surroundings. The place was dark and filthy, with the pungent smell of mold and dirt filling my nostrils. When a cockroach flew past my face, I screamed and sat up quickly, panting and terrified.

Rats scurried along the walls, their eyes glowing in the dim light. My eyes were watering as I tried to get my bearings, but everything seemed like an endless nightmare. I heard footsteps approaching, and I held my breath, hoping for some relief. Instead, I heard voices echoing down the hall.

"I already said that no one should enter that room but me!" Bruce's voice reverberated off the walls with anger.

"Yes, sir," I heard a female voice respond with trepidation and recognized the voice as that of Elyse, the maid at the Mortons' mansion in Denver. Since I had lived in that place for half my life, I could recognize the voice of a simple maid. "I understand. I'm no