ARYA’S POV
At seven PM, the lock clicked open and one of the guards stepped in.
"Come with me," he said gruffly.
I looked up from where I was sitting on the floor, the unopened pregnancy tests hidden under my mattress.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice thin with anxiety.
He didn’t even look at me. "Just come."
"But where-“
"I said come." He snapped, making me flinch.
I stood on shaking legs, my twisted ankle still tender from my escape attempt. "Okay, I’ll follow you.
His response was a huff and I swallowed. Fear coiled in my stomach as I followed him out of the room and down the hallway.
Were they moving me somewhere worse? Had they decided to get rid of me entirely?
"Excuse me," I tried again as we descended the stairs. "If you would just tell me what's happening.”
