Prologue
Her bones ached.
She was no longer aware of how long she had sat on the rope swing.
She no longer noticed the pain that shot up her arms whenever the shackles rubbed the raw skin on her wrists.
Ruby had long since gone numb.
She no longer cared to fight.
She no longer cared to survive.
She watched herself through a mirror on the opposite side of the room. Her eyes instantly went to the dried blood on her face that was used as makeup.
She was nothing more then a doll.
A doll that was nearly broken.