~Carmen POV~
I knelt down to the floor of my pitched-black apartment with a metal bat in my hand. He was back, and I couldn’t help shaking in absolute fear. I could feel the cold sweat dripping off me as I wondered, ’What if he was coming to get me, again?’ I had tried everything to push him and those awful memories out of my mind but here they were flooding back in. It didn’t take too much for me to find myself back there again, as if no time had passed. I was kidnapped, chained by the ankle to a wall in a basement, raped and tortured for nearly two months. There were times, saying those sets of words, in that exact sequence, held no meaning, as if it was something that had happened to someone else, a long time ago and not me. I didn’t need to be a psychiatrist to know that it was probab
