Ana
I don't know how many days have passed since I watched Ryan bleeding out on the
floor of his cabin while the chloroform-soaked rag clouded my brain and dragged my consciousness away from me. I don't know how long I've been locked in this room. I don't know where they've taken me, except that it's a long, long way away from that little cabin I came to think of as home. I don't know how many times they've beaten me for information.
I don't know how long I've spent locking the world out, retreating into myself and
disassociating from my surroundings. I feel like I've just woken up for the first time in weeks. I've never been more scared, more timid, more weak. I've never hated myself so much before.
The door opens and I jump in alarm, triggering a shock of pain that seems to
emanate
