Yanovich's Safe house
Devyn was placed in a room where there were no windows, no bed, no chair… just four walls and a door. She was no longer tied up but she still kept on wriggling in pain. The ability to know what was happening around her had long left in her being. She was like a shell with no soul, constantly scratching herself and grunting.
She was sitting at the far end of the room, staring into nothingness while she kept scratching her feet then her hands She had been like that since yesterday, the only difference was that, it seemed like her mind had shut off when her scratching became very slow.
