I heard a voice begging me to wake up. I was still in that cold room, lying on the cold stones. Was this what death felt like, so cold that nothing could live. Bri, please come back to me; the voice sounded again. It sounded so familiar; I knew it in my bones. Then the door slammed open, and darkness engulfed the room. 'No,'' I whimpered; he's back. I began shrinking back, I needed to get away from him, but it hurt so much I couldn't. I couldn't move. No please don't. ''Come on, you know how this goes,'' the familiar voice echoed. ''You tell me where they are, and you won't get hurt; if you resist, it's going to be much, much worse.'' The voice turned dark, still familiar, but it had an edge so unfamiliar. Bri, please come back, it okay you're safe now, the voice echoed, contradicting the man before me. The man had hoisted me into the interrogation chair, and one by one, began breaking my fingers, pulling out the nails and when that didn't give him the answers he wanted. He began cutting into my flesh at the points where nerves came together. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't know what he wanted.