TWENTY THREE: ESPOIR

DANICA

There is a familiar, unforgettable feeling that comes with being trapped in a box. It's one thing to suffer an endless loop of nothingness for years, and it's another to watch someone break the cycle and add a little bit of torture once in a while to keep you going. It has always been messed up and my mind has been fucked up for as long as I can remember.

I hated it there for so many different reasons, and the thought of going back made my skin crawl. It had kept me awake all those nights even when I was safely placed in Asher's mansion with nothing to fear.

With me, there's never nothing to fear and now that she has succeeded, my fears have been confirmed.

Laying on the floor of my ward, it felt like a dream. In fact, I knew it was. I didn't remember meeting Yvonne and everything that led to me being here, and now that Asher knew about her methods, I knew she wouldn't be letting me rest.

But this dream was a reminder of what it was like to be hopeless.