15. Downward Spiral

I manage to sleep through the night by some miracle.

When I wake up, my eyes are heavy and gritty. Washing my face doesn’t quite get rid of the feeling. When I stare into the mirror, I lock eyes with my reflection and stare at myself for the longest time.

I don’t recognize the broken woman staring back at me. My face is that of a stranger’s. I’ve come to some shocking realizations overnight, and the words Igor uttered to my brother are still with me.

I’m a Makárov now.

That’s what he thinks.

I guess a part of me always thought that this was all some joke and that once my family intervened, I’d be freed. The only rescue mission was ruined by Boris and my brother didn’t even want to come. I thought they’d come through the elevator shooting, all to get me away from here, but that isn’t going to happen.

I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here anymore.

I go back to the bedroom and to my surprise, I see Hubert standing at the foot of my bed. The tray of breakfast is already on the