(Annabell POV)
As the tears stream down my bloodied face, I try to picture happy thoughts, Dean’s beautiful face; memories that make me smile, just to keep me slightly sane.
Fidgeting slightly on the cold, hard, wooden floor, I flinch in pain as the harsh rope chaffs against my wrists; my arms are above my head, tied to something up on the wall. I am restrained, helpless, dizzy with blood loss, and cold. The pain has been numbed by the exhaustion soaking through my limbs.
I try so hard to keep quiet, as to not antagonise Ricky any further; I don’t think my body could handle more pain. I would give in, give up. I know I would.
Looking up around me, I see small windows loitered along the flimsy wall of… is this a boat? Am I in a f*****g boat? Seriously Ricky!?
“You sit there and wait li
