Lycia

In the grip of my captors, all I felt was a primal need to survive. Not for my own sake, but for the tiny innocent life inside me. My baby had to make it through this nightmare… no matter the cost.

So I withdrew deep into my core, blocking out their vile taunts, hoping that was all they resorted to. If it came to more, I resolved myself to fight… but only as a last resort. No, survival was the most important thing. I had to hold out until Logan came for me, then God ...