My body can’t stop trembling ,every muscle in my frame is wound tight with tension as if I’m about to face something terrifying, each fiber of my being screaming at me to run even though I know there’s nowhere to go. The air in the room feels thick and heavy, pressing down on my chest like a physical weight that makes it hard to draw a full breath.
"Do you want me to feed you?" asks the man behind me, his voice low and steady against my ear, a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside my mind. His breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers skittering down my spine that have nothing to do with fear.
After they finished showering, they emerged looking impossibly put together while I still felt raw and disheveled, and after one of the twins caught me trying to slip out of the room, her
