she doesnt believe in it anymore an she refuses to believe in it ever again, shr crawled the tortures an wonders, never gave up everytime she was branded by them,those scars will remind her everyday, quiet on the outside screaming on the inside, she can feel the posion trickle through her veins, the heat slowly creeping upon her, the outside ice burning her cold, the fear seeping around every cornor an edge, even surounded by people but feeling so alone, the darkness smuthering her soul, its the count down of surving, will she make it through the nightmare?...