AinsleyI knew this day would come. All this running, hiding, stealing, planning… it had to catch up to me eventually. I just didn’t think it would be so soon, and I’d hoped it wouldn’t be someone like Barker orchestrating it.
Replaying the sound of his voice calling us out to Vice has been more torturous than the actual torture. I’d honestly take the brute of a man, with the smoke-smelling hands, slapping and kicking me around, over listening to Barker’s voice repeat itself in my head. That’s why I’d screamed—not because I thought I’d be rescued, but to overpower the noise.
Right now, the room is silent. It’s been awhile since anyone has appeared or the man with the cracking slap, who terrorized me until my nose bled. Even though it kills me to open my eyes, my tears burning my hot cheek
