SASHA
When I wake again, it's morning. At least it feels like morning and judging by the unfamiliar surroundings, I'm assuming we've made it to Beau's father's house. How out of it was I yesterday? I hope I didn't anger Beau and his father. I can't remember ever sleeping so long before or feeling this much energy. It reminds me of the few brief memories I have from being a little girl, always bouncing around.
An older lady enters the room quietly and smiles kindly at me when she notices my eyes open. She nods. "Miss."
Surely she can't mean me. I don't know what Beau told her for her to speak to me so respectfully. The Master's voice comes back to me, taunting as he's done so many times in the past. You're nothing. I'm nothing. I'm something to be bought and sold, used when needed and ou
