Chapter 22: The Rogue’s Toy
I woke up to the smell of rust and stale beer.
The pain was the first thing to return. It radiated from my hips, my womb, and the burns on my arms. But it was a dull ache now, not the sharp agony of the fire.
I opened my eyes.
I wasn't in the cabin. I wasn't in the mud.
I was in a cage.
It was a large dog run, constructed of heavy chain-link fencing inside what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The floor was concrete, stained with oil and old blood. There was a dirty mattress in the corner and a bucket of water.
I tried to sit up. The movement made my head spin. I looked down at myself.
I was wearing a filthy, oversized t-shirt that hung to my knees. It wasn't mine. It smelled of tobacco and male sweat. My legs were bare. My feet were caked with dried
