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WRENI’m on the cold metal ground. My body hurts, but there’s too much pain to see where I’m injured. I curl into a ball, ignoring the agony that every movement causes me. I feel a little safer, less exposed, even though I know that’s just an illusion. I’m powerless, weak and fragile.
I don’t know how I got here. My mind is blank when I try to remember the past. I know my name, but nothing else. Pain is all the memory I have.
Voices are getting closer. Two males. I don't understand their language, but the way they talk makes me hug my legs even tighter to my chest. I know they're bad people. I don't want them to be here. The urge to run makes me try to get up, but all I get in response is pain. I can't move. It's all too painful.
What have they done to me?
Instinctively, I know tha
