The hot sun slanted through the window as if to specifically accentuate the scars on her face. “When I came to I wasn’t bound in any way. I was on a single-sized bed that had been neatly made up with pink flowered sheets.” She turned to look at Edie, who was seated on the sofa. “The room had a small table and chairs, a fully stocked refrigerator and freezer and a microwave. There was a bathroom with a stall shower - everything you’d need to get by.” She frowned, the gesture tugging at her scars. “My initial reaction wasn’t fear, but rather curiosity. The fear came later.” She moved from the window and sat in the chair opposite Edie on the sofa. “I decided on that first day that I’d do anything I had to do to survive, that my will to live was greater than my terror. I knew I’d lose if I gave into the terror. I even had little tricks that I think helped me to survive.” “Tricks?”
