Chapter 35

Chapter 35:  EVA POINT OF VIEW  I thought I'd seen the worst prison could throw at me. I was wrong. When that heavy door creaked open and Sara walked in, my stomach dropped like I'd swallowed a brick. She looked exactly like she always did perfect makeup, designer clothes, not a hair out of place. Like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. And there I was, bruised and dirty on the cold floor, wearing a jumpsuit that smelled like cheap detergent and sweat. "Well, well, well." Her voice hadn't changed either. Still that fake sweet tone that made my skin crawl. "How the mighty have fallen." I tried to stand up, but everything hurt. My ribs screamed where they'd kicked me yesterday, and my legs felt like they were made of jelly. But I wouldn't let her see me on the ground. I wouldn't give her that. "What do you want, Sara?" My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. My throat was still raw from screaming during yesterday's beating. She walked toward me like she was on a catwalk, her hig