Ella's POV
"Why is she naked on the ice-cold floor? She's almost blue, god damned!"
His voice kept shouting, filling the little cell, exploding in my aching head. But I could not move, not even try to see in his direction. Whatever happened, whatever dream that was, it took everything I had left. Even breathing became such a heavy task that I struggled to draw each breath. But it is Marcus. I'm sure, and a glimmer of hope flashed through my dizzy mind as I felt a warm blanket wrapped around my shaking, cold body.
"Hannah! What the hell is this?"
"Don't yell at me! What does it matter? She's worthless! She doesn't need clothes!"
Hannah's voice where raspy and filled with hurt, and inside, I smiled. Finally, but then the harsh reality of the situation dawned on me. Marcus kn
