I felt my own bones crunch. Blood leaked out my ears. They held my legs open wide. Rammed things inside me. Metal, sticks, wood, a poker from the fire – until I bled and was raw. They turned me over, Iris . . . everything inside my body felt like it was burning, like I was on fire, like I was already in hell and they were the demons surrounding me, and it is for their crimes I will die!
She writes beautifully! So visceral!
