Ivy Tanner was locked in a dim bedroom. She lay silently on the cold bed as her body grew hotter and hotter, the searing heat jolting her awake.
She tried to get up, but her body was too weak. After a long struggle, she finally rolled off the bed and started crawling toward the door.
After a great effort, she made it to the door. To her relief, it wasn't locked. She managed to crawl out and pull herself up, using the wall for support.
She stumbled past a few rooms and was about to reach the top of the stairs when her palm brushed against a partially open door. Losing her balance, she crashed inside.
She immediately looked up into the room. 'Thank God, no one's here!'
She quickly turned around, shut the door, and locked it from the inside.
But before she could even feel relieved, the agonizing heat flared up again, threatening to drag her into The Inferno.
It was obvious now. That woman must have put something in her juice, and it was almost certainly *that* kind of drug.
