Gayle drew her legs close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She felt cold, so cold—like it had seeped deep into her bones and she was never going to get warm
again. The air itself was damp, its touch icy against her bare skin. But it wasn't so much the cold chilling her bones, but fear.
Her lip trembled, and she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds outside her cell. The slap of flesh against flesh, the groan of ecstasy. Laughter, high and insane, followed by a quick, desperate whimper.
Don't think, she thought.Don't imagine . But how could she not, when all she could see was darkness and all she could hear was those sounds?
She knew it was only a matter of time before they came for her. Before they started doing to her what they were doing to that other woman.
