Surrounded by darkness, Hannah couldn’t remember if the assistant director had beaten her or not. She couldn’t remember if she had screamed or fought back or maybe even blacked out as he dragged her downstairs to the solitary confinement cells. She recounted as much of the past day as she could and guessed it was night. Still, the darkness here could lie. She knew she had been with Simon. The memory of his warmth lingered on her skin, on her hand, on her cheek. Her forearm tingled where his fingers had caressed her.
There was something about a wedding. It felt so real, or had she just dreamed it? How long ago had the assistant director thrown her down here? Aside from a little soreness on her arm, she didn’t think she was injured. But what if she just couldn’t remember? Even worse, what i
