Laced Impulse by Combs Sasha

Author:Combs, Sasha [Combs, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: L. Turner
Published: 2012-04-22T07:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 8

Bianca was awake but her mental capacity was still in a prison. Her uncertainty muddled falsehoods and truths; creating chaos in her brain. A haze of euphoria clouded her judgment, causing her to question everything. She felt the rise and fall of her chest. Each breath counted and each heartbeat reassured her that she was alive. There had been threats. Perhaps a struggle, but after that... She couldn’t recall the order of events. Right now, she only knew that somehow she’d survived but didn’t know the whereabouts of Greta or Henrik.

Bianca tried to silence her body. Every sense was heightened and her emotions sprung forth, unchecked. She felt weighted down to a firm surface. She tested her surroundings by gliding her fingers across fabric that felt like smooth wrinkle free sheets. Her brain rightly formed a mental picture. She told herself that she was laying on a bed. But whose bed, she pondered? Her current angle wasn’t helping her answer this question because the ceiling beheld her view.

Bianca managed to lift slightly, raising her head off the pillow. She felt a shift on the bed, then her vision met innocent eyes. His face, a picture of guilelessness. Her heart beat in rhythm with the song. Notes that thrummed in her head. A grand piano solo softly played and the tune wasn’t foreign. She’d heard this melody in the past, and the song reminded her of air. The thought had come to her because as she listened, she imagined smelling the notes. Each keys vibrations created sound, color and scents. It was like looking, listening and smelling music. Could you do that? Was that even possible? She didn’t know but this tune was light and breezy. It smelled fresh and the colors burst forth far brighter than a rainbow. She wanted to hum, matching it, in perfect pitch. But instead, she described what she saw and heard.

"Beautiful. Blues, and yellows as bright as buttercups." She said. Her lips crooked a smile, then she asked... " Can you see it? Can you hear the music. I've never heard anything more beautiful."

She swayed, then her head became to heavy to maintain this position. She lowered back on the bed, easing into the softness of the pillow. Then her lips sealed, humming the song. Humming music that burst brightly, in vivid colors.

“How long is she going to be like this?” Mot asked. It was late in the evening and Bianca still hadn’t recovered from her ordeal of torment. The mysterious drugs refused to leave her body.

“Hard to say.” Sven answered. He looked out of place still wearing the formal tux from nights ago but he’d faired far better than Bianca.

Mot pitched his weight forward; partway sitting, yet hovering over her head. With his thumb and forefinger, he gently parted her lids. When the rooms meager light flooded her eyes, he watched hoping for the correct response. Her pupils were sluggish at best and he’d made note of the large black dot that had been there earlier.

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