"Seen enough?" Griffiths asked coldly. "Of course, Ms. Griffiths. Do carry on," Tabitha gave a slight bow, concealing her stolen prize, and retreated from the cell, looking immensely pleased. Griffiths frowned, as if sensing something amiss, but her anger at my silent defiance quickly took over, and the whip rose again. Soon after, preoccupied with other matters, Griffiths left, the heavy door locking behind her. I hoped for a moment of peace, but it was short-lived. The lock rattled again. This time, only Tabitha entered. Her malice was now completely unveiled as she stalked towards me. "Just us now, Amelia. So pathetic. Your own mother doesn"t want you." She crouched, her sharp-nailed fingers digging into the wound on my chin, forcing my head up. "You know, Luke held me just yesterday. H
