Alicia was in hell - the hell of her own nightmares. Struck from behind and waking up to find herself back in the hands of the man who'd been her personal terror for the last five years. There wasn't a day since she'd been rescued that she hadn't though he was around ever dark corner, lurking, and to find that she'd been right...
AS soon as the door opened, she pulled herself into a ball in the corner of the cot, as far away from him physically as she could be. But the years had given her back some of her bravery, some of her spunk, and she was terrified, yes, but she wasn't his well-trailed wilting flower, either.
"Fuck off, Carrow," she said, her voice steady even if the rest of her was shaking.