Kacie

Fuck it.

I snatch the knife from the table and slip it between my breasts. The blade cuts into skin but I don’t care. I’ve been through worse and if memory serves me correctly the rest of my stay here won’t be pleasant.

If I’m going to have to go through it all over again. I’ll be damned if I just let it happen. I can’t. If she’s the obstacle between me and freedom. I’ll fight.

The door is thrown open and in walks Clara. Her short black hair falls in waves and her blue ...