"Where is Razeal?"
Nancy's voice cut through the stillness of the chamber calm, but firm enough to command her mother's attention. Her tone didn't tremble; it carried the precision of someone who had spent too long thinking, too long trapped inside her own mind. "The court didn't decide that he's a rapist, right? He didn't try… it wasn't him."
Those were her first words after days of forced silence sharp, direct, and coldly clear.
Even though her body had been still for four long days, she hadn't been asleep. Paralysis had locked her body, but her consciousness had remained painfully awake aware of every moment that passed.
She had been alive inside that frozen body, trapped within herself.
It had been a cruel existence one where she couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't scream. Just watch the world pass around her while her mind raged endlessly.
