Perfect Meeting

Ciara was woken up when the train stopped. Tired and exhausted, and certain that she wasn’t being followed anymore, she had fallen into a deep restless sleep. As usual, she had dreamt about being mercilessly tormented by the two inmates, and there was no one to rescue her. In fact, this time around, they had taunted her that Aunt Mary had died, and there was no Samuel Fury coming to save her from their torture; as Aunt Mary was dead now, Samuel Fury had abandoned her to their torture.

Ciara had wanted to wake up badly, but she could not even though she struggled to. Then they also threatened to rip her stomach open and bring out her baby. Ciara had begged and cried, but they had refused.

Again, she had seen the knife in their hands when the train stopped and Ciara was forced to wake up. The passenger sitting close to Ciara, a middle-aged man stared at Ciara weirdly, and she knew at once that she probably had been acting funny as she slept.

“Rough sleep?” He asked.

Ciara nodded and go