I rise with her, holding on to her arms, terrified she'll crumble again. "What are you talking about, Chiara? What did they do to you?"
She glances away, refusing to meet my eyes as though she can't possibly divulge this information to my face. "They raped me, Killian," she whispers. "Three of them. The guy who runs it and two of the guards. They came into my cell, held me down and took turns–" she pauses, closing her eyes as though the images running through her head are too much for her to handle. "They cut me. One of them had a knife, and they cut these deep gashes on my skin while they were trying to get my clothes off. But they'll scar. I'Il forever have these reminders of what they did to me."
