The foreign body placed on the table in front of her had been the size of a billiard ball, made of shiny metal with punched-out small holes and figures and symbols. But it was enough to give her the foretaste, the promise. The sensation lasted only for a fraction of a second. She hunched up, tried to make herself small, to hide. She whirled round, hit out, but was met by air. And at that same moment was sure she had felt breath on her neck. What was he waiting for? She exhaled again. She was certain she could feel his body heat. Could hold their breath when you held yours. They could regulate their breathing so that it was in tune with yours. Someone had told her leopards made so little noise they could sneak right up to their prey in the dark. She couldn’t hear anything, but she could sense a presence. Where was he? Was he standing right behind her? She held her breath, listened. The injection he had given her had not worn off yet, but she knew pain was on the way, felt it coming in the slow, dull beat of her pulse and the jerky flow of blood through her brain. Back into the dark, warm depths that had enveloped her. But what was it? What was it? The first thing she thought when she awoke was that she wanted to go back. The foreign body in her mouth felt as though it would explode her head. Her cheeks were forced out by the pressure from inside. But saliva was no longer entering her throat her mouth was dry and hard. Felt a tear run down her face, felt it dissolve the salt of other tears.
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