Delilah’s Pov
No. No, no, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. My thoughts were everywhere, a storm crashing inside me, I couldn’t even breathe properly. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tear out my own skin, I wanted to wake up and realize this was nothing but a nightmare.
I jolted upright, ready to get off the bed, and that was when I noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything. My whole body froze. My skin burned with disgust. I dragged the sheets around me, clutching them so tight I thought they would rip.
“Here,” Islode’s voice rang out, calm, almost sweet, but her eyes glistened with something vile. She pointed to the corner of the room where a folded dress sat neatly. “A new dress. We bought it for you.”
Bought it for me. As if this was some kind of celebration.
I snatched the dress
