Stimulated by the cold water, Jessica instantly awoke, instinctively trying to sit up, but her body was still weak and without strength, barely propping herself up on her shoulders before collapsing back onto the pillow.
However, the struggle had already sharpened her awareness.
Opening her eyes, she only saw a blurry figure. She squinted to focus, and then she clearly made out Will, lips curled in a vile grin that made one itch to tear him to shreds.
Will?
How could he be here?!
A momentary blank in her mind, and then she suddenly understood her predicament.
Supporting herself with both hands on the bed, she tried to push herself up, water dribbling down her collarbone, tracing the curves of her skin, slipping over her chest—Jessica cried out, instinctively shrinking back and glancing at her chest.
Seeing her naked body, rage instantly flared within her, and she lunged towards Will.
A gun, encountered—delicate, silver, adorned with the pattern she favored—it was her gun.
