Hours had passed by. No words have left my mouth.

Sienna scoffed, and stood, forcing me to face the phone, “Speak,” she mouthed but I never did.

No way I would. I just had to stall for time, to let the agony tumbling in my tummy pass away. And then my rage, the fire burning inside of me would be enough to deal with her.

“Enough. You're wasting enough time,” Sierra reached for the cabinet that hung deep into the wall. I heard the ruffling of nylons and then the object was right in front of me.

A syringe.

What did it hold?

“Let's see how long you can last,”...