Skye
I must have fallen asleep at some point. My body was too worn out from the screaming, the crying, and the hopelessness. But the harsh growl of the guards pulled me from whatever restless slumber I’d drifted into.
"Get your fat asses up! Time for your interrogation.”
I jerked awake with racing heart. The cell was dim, lit only by the flickering torchlight from the corridor. My muscles ached as I pushed myself upright, trying to shake off the grogginess. My eyes landed on the guard standing in front of the cell, sneering at us like we were filth.
“Who’s first? Hmm…” he drawled, his gaze moving lazily over the girls, landing on me. His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I think your leader should go first.”
I shot to my feet, panic rising in my chest. “No—wait, I’m not—”
Before I cou
