~Lily~
Okay. Okay, wait.
What the hell is going on?
Why is it cold? Why am I not on the damn exam table anymore? Why is everything gray? Why does it smell like old stone and blood and… oh my God, what is that? Is that a candle? Why are there candles?
I sat up too fast.
Big mistake.
My head spun like a cheap horror movie carousel and my stomach did this wild backflip like it was auditioning for a circus act. I groaned. My hands scraped against something rough—stone? Actual stone. I blinked, then blinked again, because there was no way I was seeing right. This place looked like a dungeon.
Where the f**k am I?
No windows. Just a huge iron door with bolts on it. Chains hanging from the ceiling. A bowl of water in the corner like I’m some damn stray. And wait—oh no. Oh no no no. My clot
