AMELIA
Red.
The same light that ruined me. It was like I was back in that suffocating room three years ago. The one where that man was so heartless to exploit me, the place where my life was ruined.
That incident, the one I had worked so desperately to bury had cost me my freedom, safety and nearly my future.
My breath came in rasps and the room seemed to shrink. The way I had struggled for breath against the heavy hands that day. I was trapped. I felt a fresh wave of panic surge through me.
I stepped back, gripping the walls for support.
Just then, a hand, warm and solid landed gently on my shoulder. It wasn't a force grip, but in my state, it felt like one.
I shook, turning around instantly. Fueled by fear and shock, I struck the figure hard across the face. The sound echoed in
