Amelia
Ava and Violet drag me along down the hallway toward the banquet hall. The closer we get, the louder the sounds of festivities come. Music, cheering, and the clanking of silverware against plates.
An image of myself on my knees cutting steak after steak flashes in my mind. The blisters have finally healed on my hands and the bruises on my knees are still a pale shade of yellow, though they’re no longer tender. The burns on my thighs have started peeling, revealing a fresh layer of new skin beneath.
My worst injury is currently my broken arm, which I notice Violet isn’t being careful with at all as they drag me onward. I work to keep my breathing even as fear bubbles inside me while I wonder what Ava will do to me this time.
Prince Owen will be gone up to three days. I wonder i
