Coming With Me

Serena tossed restlessly on the overly soft, ridiculously expensive silk sheets. The fabric, slick and cool against her skin, felt less like luxury and more like a gilded cage tightening around her limbs. She kicked out, untangling her bare legs with a frustrated groan as her stomach twisted violently. It was a persistent, angry hunger, a sharp, gnawing ache that absolutely refused to be ignored.