Rafe has gone, and I am trying to do something. I need to get out of here. I won't let him hurt me.

He opened my wrist, but my legs were still chained; it was pitch dark again, but when he was there, I spotted a broken glass a little away from me.

I need that; I'll slash him if he comes back again. I have to do this for myself.

Laying down on the dusty surface, dragging myself to the way, stretching my body and hands, the ache in my legs intensified; I am sure the skin of my ankles is now heavily bruised and bleeding.

Just a little...