Slight fingers trembled idly, struggling at the knots. Sore and bloody yet I couldn't stop.I needed a distraction.And it came in the form of a small piece of string I found under my pillow.
What was this place?A red headed woman had come to change my sheets and invite me down to breakfast.
Cold feet touched against colder floor, who knew stairs could be this scary. A grand marble stair case leading down to where I was suppose to be.
"The others are all waiting," The lady had said without sparing me a glance, "Just go down the stairs, take a left and it's the open plan room on your right, you can't miss it."
All too soon I was at the bottom of the stairs, my mind fumbling over the woman's words, "Take a left,"
She was right, I couldn't miss it, because there, sitting around a large tab
