Chapter 11
Rada
An itch ran under my skin, and I scrubbed at myself. My bones ached, and the concrete floor did nothing to help the chills that ran through me, and I blinked to clear my vision. I’d been awake for a while, but organising my thoughts or even keeping my eyes open long was hard.
Five other women lay around me in varying states of unconsciousness, each of us chained by the ankle to a central peg.
The damp, cold room was windowless, and I had no idea how much time had passed since they took me away from Lina.
I didn’t need to be a nurse to realise it was heroin they’d injected me with, and I was in the first stage of withdrawal.
Mumbling drew my gaze to the corner where one woman in dirty jeans and a top was rocking back and forth, deep scratches on her arms were raised in angry welts, some of them bleeding.