He sat up quickly, eyes closed, wincing from the numbing aches in his shoulders, face and neck. The tantalizing aroma faded, replaced by a severe pounding in his head, and throbbing pain in every muscle in his body. Samuel groaned, and fought the urge to cry. “Ahhhh, little one, you’re finally awake,” said a barely familiar Italian voice. “And just in time.” Samuel took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Even his eyelids hurt. The light in the room was dim, but still more than his corneas were prepared to withstand, and the rush of light increased his headache and set his eyes a flood. “I thought you’d never wake up,” said the man, who Samuel finally recognized from the alley. “Where am I?” asked Samuel, groggy, grouchy, wiping away the tears. “You’re in the home of Luciano Delphi, as my guest.” Samuel shook off the fog and sat up further. The headache softened, his vision adjusted, and he scanned the small, sparsely furnished apartment with bare walls, except for a crucifix, what looked like a photo of Luciano’s family, and a picture of the Pope.
What do You think about Veil - 02 - The Hammer Of God?
