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Chapter One

Saskia

My hands are sliding along the rough walls, while silently I’e to pull myself up to move It’s slow, deliberate counts My body’s sore,AllI’ve lost count of how y from that day when I was collected

I re his face, the pain and the pro more All black And this is where I’ve awoken, in this place, and this has been where I’ve stayed

How many days I can’t tell you, I don’t even reht It’s hard to keep track when there’s no light, no food, and only a toilet I’ve been eyeing that toilet now for what seeotten to the point that it hurts so much I can’t move No one has offered me food or water

The jeans I earing when I was collected now fall from my hips, and if I stood, I know they would fall off ht about now

There’s a sheet underneath my feet, and it’s all there is to sleep on It’s damn cold in here, and I’ve become immune to the shivers that wrack h ceiling There are no s, just dank darkness and unending night Maybe this ishi her This is the well-deserved penance I must pay

Lifting et my eyes to focus before I place it back down to move toward the toilet My stoinable I need so, and it looks like this is my only hope—toilet water

It shouldn’t kill ht?

Trying to ine They don’t want tomy body to become more and , not hurting now but ony with eachtheitself

As I’ht noise, but I look up, and a pair of dark eyes are staring back at asp, and the eye disappears Then the door opens, and I see light for the first time There’s a man dressed in all black, and he steps into the room He looks familiar, but I can’t place him

Was he one of the ones that took me?

My memory’s not the best at the moment, but he must be