Clara woke up with a groan, her hand grabbing her head as she felt a heavy throbbing. Where the hell was she? She couldn't see a thing because it was dark.
Suddenly, it hit Clara as her memories returned. The last thing she remembered was Marcel trying to get the truth out of her mouth. Oh, no. She rose to her feet, but the moment she did, the light suddenly came on and blinded her.
Clara shielded her eyes from the blinding light and after a while, she was able to focus her sight. She looked around only to discover that she was in some sort of glass prison. It was eight feet wide and high, the size of a shipping container which left her more confused, why did Marcel put her here?
Nonetheless, Clara felt uncomfortable especially when she had flashes of him prodding her mind, she felt used and molested. With Marcel having gone crazy, Clara was afraid of him even though she didn't show it in her expression.
