The Long Road Home by J H Morgan Book Tour and Giveaway :)
become so constant that the girl barely noticed it anymore.
She was lying on the concrete floor, both wrists strapped
above her head and shackled to a large old-fashioned bolt
in the wall.
She heard footsteps above her and watched as more dust
was dislodged through the cracks above. The usual terror
that filled her didn’t appear. She wondered weakly to
herself if it meant she was dying, or just didn’t have the
strength to care anymore.