James watched as Linda vomited everything in her stomach…he could literally tell what she had eaten that day.
The stench of vomit mixed with blood created an even more disgusting and grotesque scene around them.
"You done?"
Linda coughed, struggling to breath. Her mind was spinning, unable to process what was happening, what she had woken up to.
Hector, still grinning at the scene before him, chuckled. "Guess not everyone has the stomach for this, huh?"
She then looked at Stephen who sat there like he was trying to be invisible.
Her stomach twisted again, but she forced herself to swallow down what was coming up.
She needed to stay calm. Panic wouldn't help her now.
"You're awfully quiet. I expected more screaming, maybe some begging. Instead, you just sit there throwing up all over the place." James said.
She didn't want to speak, she couldn't. Her mind raced with a thousand questions, but fear kept her silent.
