XLVIII
The cold ice of the ground penetrated her bones. Rachel was shivering, unable to control herself. She had spent her first night in that gloomy place, hearing voices in the darkness, and hearing footsteps very close to where she was. Her entire body was shaking trying to keep her still alive. The temperature continued to fall with every second that passed, she had already resigned herself to what was happening to her since she decided not to throw the bottle. She noticed that she was weak enough to never reach the window and that throwing it would have only meant running out of water, and not only suffering from cold and hunger but also drowning in her own dry throat. Her body was already fed up with torture to also endure chapped lips and dry gums. What was even worse, if any ca
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