Chapter Sixty-Eight
Ana
It had been a day now and I had been locked in this room. The walls felt like they were slowly closing in on me, stripping away my freedom piece by piece.
My mom had taken my phone before the guards even marched me up the stairs, leaving me completely cut off from the outside world. I had no way to call for help, no way to signal my location, and no way to hear a reassuring voice.
The only way I knew how the time ran was because of the clock on the wall.
I lay on the bed, staring at the rhythmic, agonizing movement of the hands as the seconds ticked by. Each click of the clock felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, reminding me of how long I had been trapped in this gilded cage.
The large wooden door only opened when I was about to be served food
