I sat stiffly on the edge of the narrow bed, its thin mattress barely covering the cold metal frame under me. The walls were bare and gray, a pressing reminder that it was supposed to be a cell.
A toilet was attached to the corner of the room, another reminder of the humiliation Andrew intended for me. This wasn’t just confinement, it was punishment. But I wouldn’t beg, not for comfort, not for mercy.
I had to endure this for Martin's sake. I had to find out the truth about what happened to Martin. Did Andrew have him or not? I have to know.
The clanking sound of the lock jolted me, and the small gate-like door creaked open. My heart jumped thinking it was Andrew at the door, but it wasn’t Andrew. It was the witch herself.
My mother-in-law stepped into the room, her expression twisted
