Syria’s POV
‘Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it!’
I hit send, then stood in front of the mirror, completely naked.
My eyes studied the reflection staring back at me. Every curve. Every inch of skin.
For a moment, I was mesmerized by my own beauty.
I reached for the bottle of lotion on the bedside table and slowly applied it to my skin, taking my time. The smoothness grounded me, reminding me I was still in control of something. Myself.
After moisturizing, I fixed my hair and straightened out the wrinkles on my nightdress. I was still locked in this room, but I made sure I didn’t fall apart.
My uncle was still furious. Angry at the chaos his own children had caused.
I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I didn’t even know if I was still safe. But I refused to
