Blake's pov

As I lay there on the cold, dirty floor of my cell, my eyes throbbed with pain. They had been hit so many times during my torture sessions that I could barely see anything. I was practically blind.

But as I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind began to wander. I thought about the past, about a time when my mother was still alive.

I remembered the warm sun on my face as we sat in our backyard, my mother tending to her garden while I played with my dolls. She had a kind face, with gentle eyes and a soft smile that always made me...