Brielle’s POV
I woke up with a jolt.
Everything around me spun like I was trapped inside a washing machine. My limbs felt like they belonged to someone else—numb, heavy, strange. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering light above, and the cold floor pressed against my cheek. My mouth tasted bitter, like metal and sleep, and there was a tightness in my throat that made it hard to swallow.
The sedation was wearing off.
My head pounded, and my heart raced even faster. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then it came rushing back—the men, the ropes, the lies. Gregory. The k********g. The quiet room where they kept me, saying it was for my safety, that I didn’t understand, that I was being brainwashed. I didn’t believe them. I couldn't. Fiona was my mother. She wouldn’t lie to me. Would
