CHAPTER 10

I groaned and stretched my limbs, turning over in my bed. No. Not a bed. I was on a rough floor. I opened my eyes. I was back in my cell.

The girl in the corner was singing a soothing song. Her voice was nice. I remembered everything that happened before I passed out for the last time.

I must have imagined the soft bed. I craved for my own bed so my mind was probably just playing tricks on me.

I wondered how many days I spent here. Two? It felt like forever. What was Imogen doing and would she find me? Were they even searching for me?

I groaned and sat up. The bandages around my chest and back were gone and I was dressed in a soft cotton gown. I no longer felt pain as I moved too. Did I imagine all of that? The whipping, the men, and the bed? It all felt so real.

I flexed my shoulders and tried to touch my back. I winced from the pain caused by stretching my muscles. I stood up and walked around. I was perfectly fine. I frowned. Something was definitely wrong somewhere. Did I imagine