Part 7 Nature abhors a vacuum
Nature abhors a vacuum Desdemona woke up from a nap. When had she fallen asleep? Where-She was disoriented, in this strange place, what time was it? 7pm. The day? Last thing she remembered? It flooded back Voltaire took her to New England. Way up north. Christian-The phone call..She must call him back. Get help. “No. You must not call him yet, in time perhaps, but not now.” A disembodied voice was she losing her mind? “Your mind is fine, you know me and you are safe here.” A familiar face came into view from a shadowy corner of the room. “What the fuck?! Voltaire!” Desdemona exclaimed. Laughter. “Yes. It is me. Please do not call Christian his presence here now would only-complicate things.” Voltaire gently warned. “Complicate things? What things? Why did you bring me here so far away-” Desdemona was beginning to panic. “Calm yourself Cherie, I will not harm you, I brought you here to save you from the harm that was coming. You will be...