Elena Torres (POV)

I don't know what time it was when my eyes' lid flustered open or maybe I was the one imagining things because I couldn't see anything. Everywhere was pitch black and cold. Too cold for comfort.

Stepping out of the bed to quench my dry throat, each step comes with effort and pain. I could still trace the lines of the silver belt mark. I tried switching on the light lest I collide with something and fall.

The pain would be far too much for me to endure. Luckily, there was ...