I’ve never been so terrified in my life.
I run so hard and fast, my breath scours my throat. I don’t even know how long I’ve been running. Agony spikes my legs with every step, but I can’t stop. I don’t dare.
It’s dark, but I don’t want to see. I don’t want to hear, either, but I can’t help it.
Screams. High-pitched screams. A little girl, tortured—her soul ripped apart. It’s awful, and it goes on and on and on . . . my God, when will it stop? It has to stop!
Another scream. A man. I know the voice, but I don’t want to...