TERESA
They were tough, I had to admit. Worse still, they weren't moved by my constant questions.
"Can you at least have pity on me and tell me where you are taking me? I'm about to have a heart attack," I asked again and my eyes moved to the guard who walked up to us.
I wish one of them could open their mouth and speak.
Keller didn’t say much, only gave me that stiff soldier look and pointed ahead.
I glanced down at the dress they gave me once again. It was soft against my skin, fancier than anything I wore in a long time. I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror earlier.
It made me nervous. I was not used to looking… polished.
"This better not be some trick," I muttered under my breath and my stomach twisted as I followed them down the long corridor.
When
