Melody’s POV
I couldn’t sleep. After sleeping and being drugged all day yesterday, the nightmare, and then the food from that supper, I was antsy to say the least. Not only that, but I had the feeling that they were always watching me. I had taken to using the blanket from the bed to cover myself like a tent when using the toilet.
What I desperately wanted above all else was a shower, and a clean pair of underwear. My red dress Gaston had given me was wrinkled and uncomfortable, the contraption constantly turning on me when I would lie down. This morning it had turned completely and zipper was chafing my n****e. Finally, after I had done another round of crunches, someone knocked on the door.
“You have five seconds to be decent.” A gruff voice said. I sat up instantly and fixed my dress
