Aria
The smell of body waste is the first thing that greets me when I realize where Piper has brought me.
There are a few torches burning about. But none of them seems to shed much light; it is as though they are empty, sullen things.
"No," my voice is a broken whisper, and I take a retreating step back.
I won't let her lock me up in here. She'll have to kill me first. There is no way.
People don't come out of places like this.
I know a few people grandmother has sent here, and I don't think a lot of them are part of the living now.
This is a place for criminals, the worst kind of people. The people who have committed crimes considered unthinkable.
I haven't done anything!
Why is she doing this to me? Why?
What did I ever do to her?
I loved her. I cared for her. She was a sister
