Aurora
I don’t sleep. Not even a minute. Every fiber of my existence is focused on staying awake, staying alive, and keeping myself backed into the corner of the closet where I’ve been thrown into and left alone since I arrived. It’s the heavy inclination I have that keeps me awake, watching the doorknob, waiting for Xander to barge in, beat me, humiliate me, and ultimately kill me.
At least he removed the blindfolds and handcuffs, replaced only now by a metal collar that squeezes my throat and sports a long, tough chain.
I at least want a fighting chance; I need to be awake and alert in case I have to fight. I won’t win, I accepted that long ago, but it would be better than dying in vain without a hint of struggle involved. I may be weak, famished, and ultimately dehydrated, but there
