One hundred and thirty-six

Talia's POV:

The next couple of hours dragged by. The men largely ignored us, though I'd seen a couple of them looking at my bare legs when their leader wasn't paying attention. Thankfully, the hospital gown was generally shapeless and made of thick material—about the least sexy outfit I could imagine. The thought of one—or several—of them touching me made my skin crawl.

They also didn't give us anything to eat or drink. That was not a good sign; it meant they didn't care if we lived or died. My thirst was getting so bad that all I could think about was water, and there was an empty, gnawing feeling in my stomach. The worst thing of all, however, was the cold fear that came at me in waves and the dark images that flickered through my mind like a bad horror movie.