Chapter Fifteen
Ana
I sat on the cold floor, my back slumped against the wooden chair I was tied to. My stomach felt like it was folding in on itself.
I had not eaten a single thing since the party began, and the hunger was now a sharp, constant gnaw. Every time I moved, my head felt light.
I looked across the room at Ema. She was tied to her own chair, but she didn't look like a prisoner. She looked like she was waiting for a show to start. She sat there with her fake blood and her torn dress, living freely even in her bonds.
She knew what was coming. I was the only one in the dark.
I closed my eyes for a moment. I tried to focus on the sound of my own breathing or the cool air in the room. But no matter how hard I tried, the pain of betrayal was louder than everything else. It was
