Liora's Pov
I woke up gasping. The dream was the same one. Always the same one. The dark room, the cold table, the buzzing needle carving that mark into my skin. My hand flew to my shoulder, to the back of it, where the ugly tattoo was. It was just a scar now, faded but still there. A brand. I couldn't breathe. My throat felt tight. I threw the blankets off and got out of bed. I had to get out of here. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't be near him. It was too much. This job, this life, it was a mistake. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't even brush my hair. I just needed to leave. I needed to quit. I wrote a quick note on a piece of paper. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I quit." I left it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed my keys and walked out into the early morning dark.
