The lights feel brighter tonight. Maybe it’s because I’ve grown accustomed to the dark and dreary environment that I’ve called home for the last few weeks.
Or maybe I’m just going insane. Either option is plausible.
The sound of men chattering behind the curtain makes my palms sweat and a shiver roll down the length of my spine. This entire situation boils my blood. Draven has created an army of monsters. Men who treat women as if they are simply pets. Toys that can be played with whenever and wherever.
And here I am, placed in a f*****g box like a Barbie doll so they can watch someone play with me.
The sound of our collective hearts fills the box, drowning out the chatter for only a moment before I hear the crackle of a mic… and then his voice.
“Welcome to another lovely evening
