SKINNED HIM ALIVE

Beads of sweat had started to form on Scarlett's forehead.

Even though the temperature in her room was at 16 degrees celcius.

Her face was scrunched up, like she was in severe pain. Her hands gripped the bed sheet so tight, it almost turned into dust.

Her whole body convulsed violently, with her legs trying to break free from an invisible force. She was mumbling some words silently…more like she was pleading for something.

Tears had begun streaming down her face when someone shook her with all their might.

"Miss Scarlett! Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

The voice got into her nightmares somehow and she slowly opened her eyes.

Scarlett's whole face was a nasty mess. Her whole body was soaked wet with sweat despite her room's low temperature.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked really frightened and held on to her bedsheets like her life depended on it.

She looked at the person that shook her out of her torturous nightmare.

It was Antonio. He was squatting before her.