Gianna

It’s the next morning, and my spirits are low.

I look around the tent and find it empty. For some reason, that only makes me feel worse. I’m still tied up and my limbs are all numb. I lie back down, defeated and wondering when this torture will end.

I can’t believe I managed to fall asleep.

I’m not sure how much time passes. It could be an hour or two. Getting lost in my thoughts makes me lose track of time.

The Beta walks in at some point, though, and I hate how my ...