Page 6 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

Chapter 6

Maya jerked her eyes open, expecting to find herself once again being dragged or raped.

Nothing.

Darkness.

Silence.

Blessed silence.

She blinked several times and tried to look around, but it hurt to move. Everything hurt. Even her eyelids somehow.

She couldn’t find the strength to lift her head or even turn her neck.

She was on the floor. Concrete she thought. There was a filthy mattress several feet away from her, the place where she’d been raped over and over, but she wasn’t on it now.

The cold, hard wall pressing against her back indicated she was in the corner of the room. Had they thrown her there or had she crawled? Either was possible.

Her ears were ringing, and she groaned from the pain, but there was no other sound.

Had the militants left? Were they done? Or would they come back?

She’d known they would eventually leave her for dead. If she was lucky, that was the case.

She tried to stretch out her arms and legs, but it took too much effort. She didn’t have the strength. Perhaps her arms were still tied behind her back. She didn’t think anything was broken other than cracked ribs, but she couldn’t be sure.

She knew she was covered in lacerations and bruises. If anyone saw her, she would be unrecognizable. No one would see her though. No one would find her until it was too late. She was going to die here, wherever here was.

And she didn’t have the will to care anymore.

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