Macey

"Is it true you were held captive for over four years in Russia?"

"Do you know the whereabouts of the other girls that were held along with you?"

"Is it true you exchanged sex as a form of survival?"

The questions continue to rain around me in waves of thick dark water, nearly cutting off my air supply. Dark visons of my tampered past come up, choking me with its mighty grasp. I don't see him, but I feel Michael stand, throwing his chair back with ...