Hailey's POV
One hour passed.
I knew because the light above me flickered twice, and in the silence between those flickers, I counted my breaths.
I had reached three hundred and twelve before I lost track and because this meniac won't stop screaming it in my ears and making sure I feel it in all areas.
My wrists were raw now. The rope had eaten through my skin. Every small movement burned. My head throbbed in dull waves, blood dried stiff against my hairline. My stomach still ached from the kick, each inhale stretching bruised muscle.
They hadn't touched me again, I don't know if that was a good or bad thing but that was worse.
Waiting was worse.
The masked man stood near the far wall, half swallowed by shadow. He hadn't spoken much since the call, and hadn't moved m
