MARA
With that, he turned, his footsteps echoed in the dead silence of the hall as he left.
After he left, I felt as though the air was suffocating me. Watari grinned and pointed to a woman who was standing close by.
Her face was emotionless and without pity as she handed me a set of lingerie. “Put those on.”
The fabric was barely enough to cover me—a half-bra and a pair of thongs tossed into my hands like scraps.
My fingers trembled as I slipped them on, the lace scratching against my skin and the thong stuck into my bums in an uncomfortable way.
The dried flowers in the little purse she carried smelled bitter and horribly sweet as she placed them against my skin.
“This will make you... presentable,” she said flatly, as if that explained anything.
I wanted to scream at her, to a
