Chapter 305

• Karina
• I had lost count of the days of the week. I stopped counting and just allowed time to go by. Time had blurred into a constant ache, every second stretching endlessly, every breath a reminder that I was still there.
• The place that I never wanted to be. The place that I was forced to be. My body moved because it had to and because that was what Roman Malakov wanted. I ate when I was told. I slept when exhaustion finally dragged me under.