STORM POV
They don’t huit me when they leave me alone and they don’t threaten me when the door closes. That tells me more than anything they could have said out loud.
Pain is easy and pain is loud but this is quiet and controlled and definitely deliberate. That means he wants something more than a reaction. So I gave him nothing.
I sit in the chair with my wrists locked down and my ankles secure. I keep my breathing steady and my posture straight. I let the room exist around me without letting it get inside my head.
Time strenched and folded and loses shape. I count it anyway because counting gives structure and structure gives control.
Footsteps came back eventually and they didn’t rush and they didn’t hesitate. The door opened with the same calm rhythm it did earlier.
Raze ste
