#3.135 - back
They came for her at nightfall. For seven hours she had squatted in the cellar, gnawing at her fingernails until they were raw. The room itself did not scare her. It reminded her of the little rooms she had come to know in the Home, with bars on the windows and crucifixes on the walls. What was frightening was the terrible not-knowing.
Then when she had bitten her left thumbnail it seemed to the bone, the bolt in the door creaked. The padlock key -