I smile smugly at him and wait for his response. He lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my chest, his eyes filled with rage. "You monster... You will answer my question! How are you texting Emileen if you have been chained here sleeping?" I take a deep breath and survey the people in the room. The witch who has been helping me, but also is the reason for my imprisonment, is sitting on the floor in a ball, knees pulled up to her chest, head down, as if she is trying to disappear into nothing. She is very thin, in very thin and dirty clothes, and she shivers slightly against the cold floor. I look at her arms, the only part of skin visible as she hides behind her hair and oversized tatter clothes. She is covered in bruises that are at different stages of healing. She has clearly been throug
