Lilian pov
I was in a cell, strapped to a chair backward. A strange man was in front of me while another one was behind me. I couldn’t see the one behind me, I could just hear him as he picked up objects, moving things around. The man in front of me grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it backward so I was staring at him. My scalp burned from when they dragged me here by my hair, kicking and screaming, trying to get away. It wasn’t in the buns anymore, the buns I always put it in to remember my mother.
He smirked at me, his face full of broken teeth and rancid breath that made my eyes water. “How do they set up their patrols?” He asked me, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling it tightly, making my tears stream down my face.
I didn’t say anything and he smiled more, enjoying
