Sam lay on the hard, dirty, and cold bed, shivering. When she heard someone or something making noise on the stones outside, she became much more alert. Suddenly she heard the key in the lock of the door and tried to sit up. Her wrists were raw from trying to wrench free from the bed, her hands red, traces of blood on the blanket. Her face covered with dried, red snot. Her fur-lined boots kept her feet somewhat warm and weren't as cold as her face and hands.

The door opened. ...