CAMILLA'S POV
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My eyes fling open at the sound of keys jiggling, and I find myself curled up in a ball, the cold air has turned my skin icy. My muscles are stiff with tension and because of the cold air. I sit up when a deep chuckle echoes into the small room, and I glance towards the bars, noticing it swing open. "Pathetic," the familiar voice makes my blood run cold, "Isn't she?" Brandon asks, stepping into the light, and my heart shoots up into my throat when Derek's scrunched up face is lit with the dim yellow light.
"Derek," A sliver of hope sparks my heart, but the look on his face immediately makes it go away. There's a dark curiosity in his eyes, the kind that has my stomach twisting as he inches closer. "So what shall we do with her?" Derek asks, glancing over his shoulder a
