Watery eyes taint my already hazy vision, displaying a puddled figure. Another strike has me falling back down on the hard cement floor, grazing my exposed flesh, daring to draw blood. Next is my back, a crushing weight pinning me down. Face pressed against the concrete, barely enough room for a ragged breath. Explanations do nothing to heal the wrongs committed or change the reality of my past. Caged like a rabid beast, tortured, starved, abandoned and deprived. His words offer no remedy, no solution and no apology. BOOK 1 of a coming trilogy