Chapter 36:

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Olivia's P.O.V

Every time the nightmarish scene plays itself out in my head, my stomach roils, twisting and clenching up so hard that I have to throw up. Because of this, the bucket in the corner of my cell has already been filled numerous times with the contents of my stomach that just won't stay down. Until now, where there's nothing left to come back up apart from the burning bitter taste of acidic bile.

Each little movement causes my head to throb unpleasantly and there's this constant dull ache that starts from the bottom of my neck, spreading across my scalp and all the way to the pressure points behind my eyes. But whether that's from having severely dehydrated myself from all my crying and vomiting, or an after effect of what ever it is they injected us with to knock us out, I'm not sure. 

My throat is raw and scratchy from crying so hard and no matter what I do, I cannot get the horrible image of Remi lying motionlessly on the forest floor out of my head. Because even when I close my eyes, it loops around and around in my brain like a horror movie that's stuck on replay.

I can't help gnawing nervously on my lip, so hard that the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. And while I know I need to stay calm, as it's not going to help anyone if I turn into a nervous wreck, there's absolutely nothing in this tiny little cell, or in my mind right now for that matter that can distract me. 

It's been over an hour now and Sam still hasn't been brought back to his own confinement, even though about ten minutes ago they took Logan and Jase as well but I haven't seen them come either.

Feeling so terrifyingly alone, a wretched sob escapes my throat, which turns into a new flood of emotion. Remi didn't deserve to die like that. I mean, don't get me wrong, no one does, but she was the one who got us as far as we did. Thinking back to everything that had occurred since I met Remi, I realise that without her I would still be locked away and the others caught by Denyt with no one to break us free. 

Fast forwarding to the last couple of days, I really thought that we had almost made it to safety when we found that track. I think everyone else did too, but having had that new found hope be crushed so soon and so harshly somehow hurts even more than I would have thought possible. 

Suddenly purposeful footsteps moving quickly past my cell and the click of a door being unlocked break me out of my depressing train of thoughts. For a second it's quiet and I almost think they've carried on moving past, but then there's a dull thump, some pained groans and another final click signalling the locking of a door.

Only once the footsteps fade away, do I slowly push myself up and press my face against the bars, "Hello?" I call out tentatively, "What happened?" But even though I strain my ears, the only thing I get in reply is a few muted groans of pain.

Settling back down to conserve my energy, I sit and wait, because sure enough, soon the telltale footsteps come again, but this time they come to a halt in front of my door. Once it's opened, I don't even have the time to ask what is going on before I'm pulled roughly to my feet and out the door. At the sight that greets me, I almost throw up again when I see the smears of blood trailing ominously along the corridor on the ground coming from the very direction that I am now being pulled in.

The guard must see the blood drain from my already pale, sweaty face, as he laughs callously, "You're going to have to have a much stronger stomach than that for what's coming next girl."

Cold shivers run down my spine as I hear the ease in which he delivers his chilling words. Numbly stumbling after him, we continue to follow the dark and sinister trail of blood until it disappears under another closed door. Immediately the strings of my heart tighten painfully when I hear the faint, yet tortured screams and groans drifting through from the other side and instantly the now all too familiar prickling sensation behind my eyes comes back in full force. 

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