I can only remember his face. His smiling face and cheeky laugh. His gentle hands and selflessness. His lips on mine. It's the only thing that keeps me grounded while I lay here. Broken. Battered. Burned. Whipped. I cannot possibly think of anything else when they go to work with what they do best...I am Tortured. Bleeding. Crying. Scared. Shattered. Lost. I am flightless. *first book, the sequel is called fish out of water...check it:)*