Autumn's POV
Some months later
I hear footsteps approaching. The person is a lady. The noisy tapping of heels on the ground makes it obvious. As I imagined, the steps stop at my cell door. I'm still chained in a vertical position; my hands tied together above my head, and my feet dangling in the air. My clothes are a mess. I have a black eye and many bruises on my back.
I suddenly perceive a scent. The overuse of Victoria Scent's perfume and a mixture of a pine and raspberry scent. There's only one person I know who identifies with that scent; Priscilla. The cell door opens and the b***h walks right straight in, the usual sly grin on her face. I growl lowly when she walks up to me.
“Well, well, well. who's in control now? That's right, me! She says, untying me and letting me drop with
