Ember
“Wake up bitch.” A gruff voice demanded as cold water splashed my face. I sputtered, confused and furious all at once. I reached up to wipe the water away, but my hands jerked, unable to move. Startled, I struggled to open my eyes. Everything was hazy and it took me a minute to focus.
A man stood in front of me, a small bucket, which I presumed held the water that I’d just been doused with, in his hand. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was sitting on an old dirty mattress in what appeared to be a small room. The cement floors were stained and there was a drain in the center. A rusty bucket with a lid sat in the corner. I shuddered when it dawned on me that I was in a cell.
I was still in the beautiful dress that Eden had gotten me for the party, but my
