His gaze remains steadfast, and I don't want to engage more of his wrath by not doing as I'm told. My body is stiff from the cold floor and standing isn't easy. I'm also naked, which keeps my mind rebellious. To keep myself safe in my brother's home, I wear unattractive, large clothes whenever possible. I'm unused to even seeing myself naked. Showers were taken swiftly because my brother never allowed a lock, even on my bathroom door. With a last push away from the wall so I'm standing up straight, I brave the lion. I have a feeling my nakedness won't matter shortly. At least not to me. I can only imagine what he has planned. Survive, I tell myself silently again. Somehow manage to survive.
His dispassionate voice fills the room again and I cringe. "Turn and face the wall."
Fear rolls th
