*Vanessa*

I have less than half an hour to myself before the door opens one last time.

Ramona slinks in, a sickening grin on her face that I know can’t possibly be a good sign. My gut instinct tells me to be on edge, and I scoot further up the bed, trying to shift into a position that leaves me with some kind of leverage.

I want to wait until she’s near enough before I attempt to shift again, to optimize my chances of ...