The room was silent, almost static as she tried to put together the right words. She never really spoke about it. Until now..She felt stuck. reliving those memories of the dark room.

Her lips parted hesitantly as she tried to spit her words out, it felt like she was suffocating. "It..was hella cold. like..really cold. and my head was killing me..those bright studio lights in my face..I..I can't believe Mark Jefferson could do something like that. To me..Kate..Victoria..I should of known."