She had been right, Janice mulled, glaring.
As soon as it was dawn, Jules dragged her out of the cottage. Just like the first time, he had compelled her out of her house. However, he didn’t let her pick anything this time around.
A groan escaped her opened mouth as she gazed out of the window that wound down. She rubbed her clammy palms on the flowering gown she donned, as well as dabbed her forehead with the hanky she had collected from Jules.
Her lips were sticky, and her throat, parched.
Janice realized she hadn’t taken any water since last night. Moreover, she believed if she decided to take anything now, it could make her situation worse. She'd end up vomiting.
“Do you want Jackson to stop by, so you could take a walk?” asked Jules.
Janice glanced at him, she rolled her eyes at the concerned look on his face. If she didn't know him, she would have thought he cared about her well-being.
Also, her eyes darted around the location they were in, before staring at him again.
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