Likadia woke up in bed, as usual, in her nightgown. My legs hurt, and there were rope marks on my wrists. She perfectly remembered her punishment, but Lika remembered that same small house next to the hangar even better. It looks like her kidnapper lives there, although it was hard to believe. The area was unfamiliar to her. She began to think about how she could still get out of here, but the thought that she had been here for a year and a half did not reassure her at all. Rather, on the contrary, it was frustrating. Kadi couldn't believe that in all this time, she had never once...