His hands, his voice, his smell, the slick sweat drenching him, and last... the violation of my body. The nightmares come each time I fall asleep. When I'm awake, a dark fog twists inside me, suffocating my thoughts. There's no room for good memories and I can't escape the bad.

I lie in bed, eyes open so I don't fall asleep, and try to find the courage to come out of this. I'm strong. I'm a fighter. I should be first in line to hunt down Fernandez. If I had enough energy to ...