Nadia
The scent of cigar smoke fills my nose, suffocating me. The links of the chains that bind my wrists and collar my throat clang against the metal frame of the cot.
Open that pretty little Russian mouth, w***e.
“Nyet!”
I jolt awake in bed, my heart pounding, my shirt damp with sweat.
The nightmares have gotten worse since I broke up with Flynn. Much, much worse. So bad that I don’t even want to go to sleep at night.
This time, though, the nightmare seemed clear. More like a memory and less like a dream. The edges weren’t as fuzzy as usual.
And that horrific scent…it lingers in my nostrils.
This time, I saw a face. I remember his face.
I catch my breath and cover my mouth with my hand. Tears spill over my fingers. I know that face. I saw it outside the basement of the sofa fact
