Day 96I RETURNED TO my prison cell and cried myself into oblivion. It was peaceful there, a place where I didn’t have to face deplorable acts that tainted my very soul. But I couldn’t stay there forever because I will not allow this hell to break me.
Once upon a time, Saint was strong for me, and now, I must do the same for him.
Being surrounded by nothing but four walls without a lick of daylight is another form of torture. I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve paced this cage countless times, hoping Pavel pulls some Russian spy s**t and somersaults through the ceiling with a helicopter in tow.
But no one is here to save me. That wasn’t part of the plan. I knew this was going to be tough, but I was not prepared for the things I’ve seen.
Running a hand through my snarled hair, I wonder how
