She'll die soon

The next morning, Arabella awoke to a noise in the room. It sounded a bit far away.

She grimaced clutching her stomach as the urge to throw up streamed through her. She shoved the vomit down and winced at the acidic taste at the back of her throat.

She tried opening her eyes but it seemed as though they were glued together and her ears rang.

Her skin felt as though someone was pulling on it like the strings of a guitar. It hurts and she opened her mouth to yell at the person nudging her to stop but nothing came out.

"Take the bitch out of the room."

The voice was clearer now and she crinkled her nose.

Her eyes snapped open and she sighted Sandro a few feet away, staring at her in disgust.

Not only that, she realise the urge to throw up had streamed through her because of her being swung.

Three guards gripped her hand and she recognised only one who was an associate, Giuseppe.

The rest were new to her and they dragged her around the room like a rag doll whilst Sandro stood in the centr