Erin’s POV
** trigger warning. Some parts of this chapter contain descriptive abuse that reader’s may find upsetting **
Solitary confinement is most definitely a form of torture, but I much prefer it over the torture of him touching me. To prevent my mind from replaying his assaults, I’ve replayed memories of my childhood, practiced the yoga that Florence taught me and performed my Kata.
The fire in the main corridor has been kept roaring, but it’s still uncomfortably cool. Eventually, it doesn’t take long to become accustom to it, or perhaps the duvet that the Omega brought has helped.
My mind makes up a story for Florence, that she managed to escape and has found some form of happiness in a place that she is loved and respected. I imagine that she finds her place in the world, a w
