THE CLANG OF the doors being opened woke her. A scream lodged like a piece of raw meat in her throat, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her whole body was coated in a cold sweat, and pain cramped her right arm where she’d been lying on it in the awkward position with her hands still tied behind her back.
But she didn’t have time to analyze her dream—not that it took much analyzing—and it skittered away from her conscious mind. She had far more real terrors to face.
Both men walked in. This time they made their way directly toward her.
She didn’t want to stay in this horrific, soulless container, but the possibility of what would come next terrified her more.
“No, please,” she begged as they bent to grab her by the upper arms. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not what
