Christina’s POV
It is so crazy to think about the fact that I have been imprisoned for more than a day in a place where men turn into animals, I have been chained up, and almost sexually assaulted. I'm so touchy that I cannot close my eyes without seeing a flash of that man sitting on top of me and pressing me down to use my body for his pleasure.
The cell we're in is very quiet. Every once in a while, a single sharp sound cuts through the silence, waking me and urging me to focus on what is around me. My Dad sits in his chair, still chained up and motionless. It hurts me to see him like this, but I can't help even if all I want is to pull him out of here and take us both home.
But I know that there are many things he has failed to tell me since we came here. So many things that I have
