At some point, my body gave up, and I blacked out. When I woke up, I found myself back in my cell. My body screaming at me with pain. My eyes are almost swollen shut. I'm too weak to move, so I just lay there on the cold, hard floor in a pool of my own blood. I'm no longer chained, but the collar is still tight around my neck.
The dress I was wearing was no longer on me; I was left in nothing but my underwear. Closing my eyes, I let myself dream of being back safe with Brax. The realisation that I will most likely die here alone starts to set in. I don't have the energy to cry, though I can feel my body slowly giving up. I wish I was strong and could make it through this, but I know I can't.
Footsteps coming towards me make me open my eyes again. The scent of someone I have smelt befor
