Arya's POV

I cried. I screamed. I begged. I sang. I slept. This was my routine. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. There was no food or water. I was getting weaker and weaker, but I held on. Today I'm quiet. So quiet, like I can hear everything. The squishy clacks of the rat feet running across the wall. The dripping of water from a leaking pipe. They dull hum of something. I don't know if it's a lawn mower or a hair dryer. The thumping of my heart in my ears.

I swallowed.

I blinked and looked around. Right in my eyes, my brain began to play out everything that had happened....