His words rang in her head 'The only easy day was yesterday.' But she couldn't recall yesterday. Her head throbbed with each beat of her heart like a bass drum lodged in her skull. Her sight was obscured by swelling. Thump, thump, thump. Her heartbeat vibrated in her brain.

Taking a panted and small breath she tried not to cry. The next blow might be too much. It might end her. But it might only knock her out and that might be a blessing.

The chains connected to a wooden beam above her head. The very tips of her toes touched the floor. She swung her to the left as the hose started pounding water at her on the right. This was new. Every muscle tensed as the ice water rained down on her with what felt like the pressure of a firehose. She bucked and twisted. There was no evading the frigid water. Her skin felt frozen, goosebumps covered her body. The shaking made her bruised and battered body hurt more than she would have ever thought possible.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to plead. She wanted to beg her captors to leave her. Wanted to scream out in agony.

Instead she hung from the chains dangling from the ceiling. The blood running down the arms the only warmth she had. She took another shaking breath... only about half the air she had wanted to reach her lungs made it in her.

The water washed dirt and blood away while she shook and contemplated her injuries. Her left eye was so swollen it was useless to even wonder if she would have sight in it again, time would tell. At least a few cracked or more likely broken ribs. Cuts to her wrists from the chains digging into her flesh. Her right knee too mangled to think about right now. But at least the wounds would be clean, if the water wasn't contaminated. They would never find her before an infection ravaged her broken body if it were tainted.

Dispite the cold her head lolled side to side. Her eyes drifting closed. She imagined rescue. She dreamed of Bravo.