Cadence usually dreaded waking up when something bad had happened; she hated that space between wake and dream when she knew she was on the precipice of pain but couldn’t quite remember why. This time, things were different, however. When she awoke, she had no recollection whatsoever of what had happened or where she should be, not until she tried to roll over. Then she realized her hands were restrained, and it all came crashing back around her. She opened her eyes to find herself in a ...