Special Chapter 2.3

I finally found myself arrived in the lot where Jothea is. A long chain hung from the ceiling, binding her hands. She was standing up, wet in every part of her body. Her head is dripping blood down to her ivory face. She was unconscious. I immediately rushed over to her in haste to free her, but I suddenly noticed it wasn't water at all; rather, her entire body was drenched with gas.

I tapped her face, waking her up, and I did it several times, losing hope for her to open her eyes.

"Jothea, please wake up. I'm here," I cried while clearing the hair on her face and tucking it behind her ears.

Slowly, her lids opened, and her eyes met mine, and that was when tears started to pour again. "Ismael..." She called my name with a smile. "You're here. I'm saved. You saved me again." She closed her eyes again, causing me anxiety.

"Yes, my love. I'm here. Please don't close your eyes for me. Keep yourself awake," I told her while completely unbinding her hands. She immediately fell into my arms,