Chapter 19: Sick curse

"One day in your gaze I intend to live;

Enjoy your love and all that you have to offer;

I want to be the one to whom you will ask for lap, love and understanding;

I will love you with all the intensity of my soul until the day I die,

Then I'll dig up your corpse and make you dance with me at night;

My body will be yours and your soul will belong to me, so that then never abandon me."

She'd been a fever, she'd been delirious for at least two days, delirious like a drunk thrown the moths. The tears that flowed down her face were the only evidence that she was just delirious, when she saw those headless or deformed things entering the room, she just remembered that she was sick. Sick as fuck.

What day was it? It was so hot at times and suddenly it became cold, so cold that she felt her teeth beating each other. Once they hit so hard she tasted blood on her tongue. Artemisia didn't remember how long ago, or why, she was sick, in fact she barely remembered