Chapter 97

Melissa opened her eyes, drowsy and dizzy to find herself chained. Her wrists, ankles and head were hanging in the middle of a humid room. It seemed, like a cave. The walls carved and humid not well polished. Green formed upholstering patches on the walls, the place was cold. Her dress, filthy and in shreds. 

"It was about time that you wake up incarnate", the voice was somber, slithery, and sepulchral. 

"Who are you?" she said lifting her head, the man came into view, a dim light entered from above which seemed to have an opening all the way up. 

"Hello dear" the man said, his bony and delicate hands grabbed the black hood from his robe lifting it to show his face. A pale dark-haired man, his jet hair, grassy like the hair of a corpse. Dark eyes and his hollow face greet her. Melissa flinched to the sight.