AURIELLE I came back to consciousness in stages.“You’re awake,” Sophia giggled out a small mischievous laugh,. “Good, I was starting to think I used too much.”My wrists burned where the plastic ties cut into the skin. The concrete under my shoulder was freezing. The residual drug still made every limb feel stuffed. I forced my eyes open and found her sitting on a metal chair a few feet away, elbows on her knees, watching me under the single bare bulb.“Where are we?” I sounded rough.“Somewhere no one will look for a while.” She stood, walked over, and crouched so our faces were level. “Now, tell me. How does it feel to be helpless?”I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “You are a sick fuck, Sophia."Sophia looked at the floor for a long second before she spoke again. “I agree. You know, after they sentenced my father, the only relative who would take me in was an uncle on my mother’s side. He didn’t want a child. He wanted free labour and a chew toy. I cleaned his house,
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