Chapter 32
Carla had no idea how long she’d been chained on the cot in this basement. The windows high up on the cinderblock walls were covered with cardboard, sealing out every trace of outdoor light. Whenever the overhead light was off, which it was right now, she was in complete darkness.
She did know that she was hungry, soiled, and in terrible pain. She’d had nothing to eat during the whole time she’d been here. Sometimes the monstrous little man would loosen the chain gag from her mouth and give her a sip of water, and that was all.
She’d long since stopped being bothered by her own stench. Her dignity no longer mattered to her. Her survival did.
But so far, escape had eluded her.
He’d cudgeled her with a chain when he first took her back in Albany. Now that the delirium from he
