"Because I thought you would actually care!" she spat back at him. "I never thought my own flesh and blood wouldn't think twice about killing me. You don't even know my name. You didn't even ask."
As suddenly as her anger came it was gone. She felt defeated and hopeless. "What does it matter?" she asked, her voice low and listless when threatened with punishment. "You've already broken my heart. And you would let someone torture me as well."
She had suffered so much, come so far, because she had always dreamed of the acceptance and love she would find with her brother.
Now she was trapped here with a brother that obviously didn't give a shit.
Her dream had become a nightmare.