Her hands were tied behind her back. The cold cement floor was hard under her knees. A gag was hanging useless around her neck. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. The hair tie that held her back was long gone. She was covered in dirt and looked as if she had been dragged through thorns and trampled by a horde of angry bulls. Her clothes were torn and behind them each bone stood out in sharp relief.

She didn't even flinch when the first blow hit her. By now she had learned to block out the pain and the taunts. She had no idea if it was real or a figment of her imagination. She felt like she was trapped in some sort of sick nightmare.

She just wished she could die and end this humiliation. There was nothing left for her in this life. She had watched everyone die in front of her own eyes and it was all her fault. Her fault because she should have figured it out sooner. Her fault because she should have seen it coming. Her fault because she should have run faster.

She felt a burning sensation along her neck that set her skin ablaze. This was a completely new type of pain and her captors knew she wasn't oblivious to it. She shrieked as the knife carved patterns into her skin. This was a new type of humiliation and she would never give them the satisfaction of watching her cry. She held her tears in. She screamed in agony and kicked harder fighting her captors. The coppery tang of blood filled her mouth.

She turned her head to look at the floor, gasping for air. Warmth erupted under her skin as her blood vessels burst, forming delicate blood red patterns under her skin. The comforting arms of darkness started to edge into her vision. She gave one last blood chilling shriek as she passed out into the limbo world her mind now inhabited and she knew he wouldn't find her before she died…