His anguished screams.
His raw horror.
The pained, drug-filled sound of his voice as I was forced to stand beside the table he was strapped to, pretending I was Hannah.
I put my hand over my mouth as my stomach curdled. Air. I needed air. I couldn’t breathe.
I turned and ran for the door.
“Rayne?” Anstice called.
I lost my balance and fell into the wall, my head hit a picture and it crashed to the floor, the glass shattering. I righted and kept going.
It was as if someone had a grip on my lungs and slowly squeezed until I had no breath left.
I had to get out of this place. I couldn’t stay here.