Blood drips from her lips, her teeth still carry fragments of skin and tissue. The mist from her deep breaths fall upon a face, bloody, missing part of its cheek and too broken to be recognizable by anyone - except for her. She knows who he is, was. What he did, and what he will never do again. The warm glow of fire sparkles from the sweat on her face, it surrounds her amidst the cold, winter night.
Several winters earlier, she trusted him. She loved him. He promised her the world, and yet he put her in a cage. He told stories of far lands, his country of origin, how life was so much simpler... And yet he beat her, and the other did too. They locked her, they used her. A gang of criminals simply looking for their next victim to take overseas back to their headquarters, their lair. Spiders dangling their webs to attract innocent, pure and defenseless flies.
The drugs helped, but they provided nothing more than temporary numbing. It was like the world could end, and it would not matter - she would remain there, with them. And in a way, it did end, though she would not remain there for another winter. A drunk guard, help from other prisoners, some matches, a gallon of gasoline... That's what it took. They all burned, except for him. She made sure he didn't burn, she wanted him alive all to herself.
She beat him, she bit him apart, she broke his skull. And she was free.
Perhaps, for a while, that's what she hoped for, anyway.
He was now locked in her own cage - her mind. And he wouldn't leave for a long while.