*Katrina POV*
I don't know where I am. It smells horrible, and it's cold. The only light is an oil lamp hanging from a hook, and why the hell does my head hurt so badly?
"Wakey Wakey," a deep voice said. I tried to find the source of the voice, but like I said, it was so dark I couldn't see anything.
"Who... Who's there?" I asked in a whisper. "Don't you worry your pretty little head over who I am, you should be more worried about who I am babysitting you for," he said in a low tone.
"What do you mean? Please don't hurt me. I'm not a threat to anyone. I promise. Just let me go, and you won't have to worry about me at all," I pleaded.
He simply laughed and told me to save my breath. He wasn't about to put himself at risk with his boss. "Girl, if you know what is best for you, you sho
