Sick Plans

Sick  Plans. The two words ring in her mind as she sits ruminating. What that sick fucker has planned, she doesn't know. 

A list of worst-case scenarios suddenly springs to her mind: Ending up like Selena, Luigi killing her, or worse yet, the unimaginable - something she has dreaded ever since being here.

The more she ruminates, the more her mind draws blanks. She cannot think of anything worse than that. Only that she could be tortured to death by that sick fucker. 

Her heart pounds as she starts to think of it.

"Thinking only makes it worse," says Selena as she snaps her out of her ruminations. "No matter what, you cannot be prepared for whatever these fuckers have planned"

"She has a point," she thinks. But she cannot help it, she's losing her mind. "I have to stay sane," she thinks. For Nathan. For herself.

To distract herself, she asks Selena how she got here.