When Lucy woke up, she found that she was back in the small room, chained to the bed once more. It didn’t matter to her. The metal cuffs wrapped her wrists in a circle of heat, clawing at her skin every time she moved. It didn’t matter to her. The lower half of her face ached, making each inhale an arduous task that stifled her parched lungs. It didn’t matter to her. The blankets of her bedding were thin and ripped, unable to protect her from the cold seeping in through every gap and crack of the wooden cabin, digging deep into her bones until she shook. It didn’t matter to her.
The pain running through her body paled in comparison to the vacuum of space carved out where Lucy’s heart should be. Everything she loved was about to be taken away from her and she felt every morsal of hope sl
