Awakening

Strong gales carried an intense and fresh fragrance that little by little helped relax her tense body. However, every time he remembered the hot sensation on her skin, her body trembled and her nerves began to fray again with revulsion.

Itziar hugged her shoulders and hunched her back, taking a fetal position. Her hands scrubbed her arms incessantly, trying to eliminate the disgusting sensation on her skin, but when she noticed that it had no effect, she began to scratch herself.

In a hysterical state, she did not hear the voices that called her over and over again, seeking to calm her.

"Itziar!" Ravin exclaimed in anguish. "What the hell is wrong with her? What did that thing do to her?" Indignant, she turned to the brizzio, demanding answers.

(She may still be trapped in her memories), said the beast, its yellow eyes brimming with worry.