Octavia
Where am I? In a car? At the castle?
Everything felt like a movie trailer, events unfolding in scattered snippets.
“Place her here?”
Where?
Hands touched me, then vanished.
Am I alone?
A face appeared. Jane. She met my eyes.
“It’s going to be okay,” she said softly.
What is? Where am I?
I tried to move, but Jane gently pushed me back down.
“I won’t hurt you,” she reassured in a soothing tone.
Nothing made sense. Panic surged through me. I needed to run. To escape. So I fought. I shoved Jane away.
“A little help here!” she shouted as she tried to restrain me.
Stronger hands pinned me down moments later. I tried to claw at whoever held me, but I couldn’t reach them. Memories of the attack blurred with reality, twisting together until I couldn’t tell what was real.
“Get
