LEILA
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For the first time since arriving at this prison, I reached for the light switch on the wall and flipped it on, making the large room come to life, bathed in a warm, inviting glow, a welcome change from the single, shallow light I usually kept on.
I looked around the room, taking it fully in, noticing the expensive furniture, the tasteful décor, the sheer size of the space. At least now, my life was getting back a little… normalcy?
The question lingered in my heart if that was actually what I would call it at this point.
“Not bad,” I shrugged to myself after taking it all in, a wry smile playing on my lips. Until my eyes landed on the clothes on the bed and on top lay a dress that looked like something out of a fairy tale, the kind a princess might wear, except it was slee
