Chapter Forty-Three – KateSunday 3 January 2015. Morning
Day light infiltrates my eyelids; I'm revisiting a state of consciousness. My eyeballs burn from the intense rays; they sting like I've not slept in weeks.
Fuzzy images flicker and crowd my mind as my dilated pupils scan the surroundings. Nothing is clear. My head throbs. I scutinise my body and observe my nightie. My skin is pricked with pins and needles, fear kicking in. I remember now; I'm his prisoner. What did the dirty bastard do?
A tartan blanket conceals my legs. My abdomen clenches. I close my eyes. A flashback of his mask haunts me. My eyes fire open to escape him. I scan my cell to ascertain whether I'm alone.
Tiny knots lock my shoulder blades. I'm bound again by restraints, my hands tied in front of me. I wrestle the
