* * * Hope’s POV * * *
It’s been hours and no one has come for me. I’ve tried my door several times but it’s remained locked. They cannot come in here. I cannot go out. I’m being segregated, kept in isolation.
Imprisoned.
It’s crushing. I know they want to break me so that I succumb to their will and curb my own desires. I’m foolish to have any hope for a future with Hayden.
While I’m experiencing a growing fear of what’s to come, my enforced hunger is causing my emotions to fluctuate. I’m becoming increasingly irritated at my lack of control over my own destiny and angry at their unwillingness to listen. I sit, wait and think. Don’t they know they should never leave me to think?
I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I woke up to sunshine pouring into my room and the click o
