Alina’s POVI had lost count of the days.At first, I tried to track them.I scratched tiny marks into the wooden floor beside me with a loose nail I found near the wall.One.Two.Three.But after the beatings started, after exhaustion swallowed my sense of time, the marks stopped.Now it was just darkness.Cold.And the heavy smell of damp wood and stale air.I did not know where I was.The room was small, barely large enough for me to stretch my legs fully. The walls were wooden planks, old and cracked. Through one thin opening between the boards, a narrow line of light slipped in.That crack was my only connection to the outside world.Sometimes the light was bright.Sometimes it was dim.That was how I guessed day from night.My wrists were tied behind a metal pipe bolted into the wall. My ankles were bound too, the rope rough against my skin. My mouth was gagged most of the time.I had fought the first day.I screamed.Kicked.Tried to run when he untied me briefly.That earned
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