Chapter Eleven
Hell Week
No questions about Marisa were shouted my way. It was just as well; Gavin wouldn’t have gotten any coherent answers, not with what I went through.
The initial two days... Well, put it this way, that book I found with the photos and the handwritten notes in no way prepared me for Gavin’s little extra additions. I had assumed the reason Thomas came along this week was to make sure I didn’t get permanently hurt, but I didn’t see him until the third day, and then for just a brief moment. I was completely at Gavin’s mercy, which didn’t extend very far.
First day: Meditation Room. Arms were split overhead, attached to two strong cables that disappeared into the ceiling. Below, my legs were spread just as wide by a sturdy, black metal rod. Both my feet were flat on a
