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CHAPTER 22: Granny Panny

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As she slowly opened her eyes, the pounding in her head intensified, a sharp ache that made her wince. Blinking against the harsh light filtering through the curtains, she tried to piece together the events of the night before.

As she shifted, she felt a strange dryness on her chin and lips. Bringing a hand up to her face, she felt the crusty residue.

"Where am I?" she murmured, her voice hoarse and scratchy. The room looked unfamiliar, the details hazy in her foggy mind.

The memories of the night before were a jumbled mess in her mind, each moment flashing before her like a nightmare.

"Where am I?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the empty room.

"What happened?"Her head was pounding with a vicious hangover, the throbbing ache making it difficult to think clearly.

The salty taste lingered in her mouth

her hand instinctively went to the bandaged forehead. The throbbing ache beneath the bandage served as a reminder of the violence she had endure.

Gently, she traced her fingers over the bandage, feeling the tightness of the wrap. The skin beneath was tender and sore.

With trembling hands, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, the sheets falling away to reveal her nakedness. Her body ached all over

Looking around the room, she saw her clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor

The room was empty, devoid of any signs of life. Panic rose within her as she tried to piece together the events of the night before.

"No one's here," she thought, her mind racing with fear

. "Where did he go? What did he do to me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at herself, her body naked and exposed.

She felt a surge of shame and disgust, bile rising in her throat.

"Did he... did he...?" she couldn't bring herself to finish the thought, the fear of what might have happened paralyzing her.

With trembling hands, she reached for her clothes, hastily pulling them on as she tried to steady her shaking limbs. Each movement was a struggle, her body aching all over

Without thinking, she pulled the hoodie over her head, the fabric sticking to her skin with dried blood.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to stand, her legs unsteady beneath her. Clutching her clothes tightly to her chest, she made her way to the door.

she made her way to her room, eager to be in a place of comfort and safety.

Closing the door behind her, she stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with weary eyes.

Her hand went to her chin and lips, where she saw traces of crusty white residue.

With a grimace, she rubbed at the residue, feeling it flake off under her touch.

The salty taste in her mouth made her recoil in disgust.

"This... this is his... his ..," she muttered, her voice filled with revulsion.

The realization of what had transpired the night before hit her like a ton of bricks, the memories flooding back in a painful rush.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she scrubbed at her chin and lips, trying desperately to rid herself of the remnants of his touch .