Jessica’s POV
I haven’t seen or heard from a single soul since that voice when I’d first woken up and I was starting to think I’d imagined that. It’s been days since the attack. At least, I think it has. It’s easy to lose track of time in this prison. Despite the windows, the light here never changes - it is only ever just light enough for me to perceive my surroundings, which means it inevitably stays dark enough to keep me weak.
I lay in the perpetual twilight, motionless on the bed, my body melting into the lumpy mattress and my eyes watching the tiny windows for a spark of daylight that never comes. How long have I been laying like this? Minutes? Hours? My energy has been draining so quickly that it may as well have been years.
I tried to change once. I don’t know if it was the la
