Liliana
The world felt like it was spinning, even though I knew I was lying still.
Everything hurts. My head throbbed like someone was hammering nails into my skull. My throat felt dry and scratchy, like I'd been screaming for hours. Maybe I had been. I couldn't remember.
Fragments of memory floated through my mind. San Antonio's cruel smile. His hands on my dress. The camera. The guards and my sisters laughter.
No. No, don't think about it. I told myself.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy. When I finally managed to c***k them open, bright white light stabbed into my brain.
“She's awake.” A feminine voice echoed.
I blinked rapidly, trying to focus. Slowly, shapes began to form. White walls. White ceiling. The steady beep of machines.
Hospital?
“Liliana?” The voice
