Aria
The first thing I notice is the smell of disinfectant and anti-septics, the kind used only in certain places. My nose stands at alert, it can even perceive a faint trace of spirit.
Wait.
Antiseptic, disinfectant, spirit, “where am I? Is he coming?” I could feel my heart beat quicken, my hand curled into fists, feeling soft material between them.
Was I clutching sheets? Am I back there? Where I had no freedom? I remember his words.
“You can't hide from me, Ria, you'll always remain my finest work.”
I nearly retched from just the thought of it, something wet touched my cheeks, water?
I couldn't tell. I pushed my eyes open, but it wouldn't budge. That's when the panic set in. Something was wrong. Where am I? What happened?
“Princess?” An external voice sniffed.
I heard that
