Chapter Six
Disobedience
I greeted the dawn, still wrapped in my torn dress, again staring at the ‘normal’ people rushing here and there on their own secret worries. A part of me hoped that the longer I watched, the more I would become like them, with a place to go to, things to do to improve my self-worth, and a name to call my own.
Anonymous. That was what I had become, just waiting around for my next order from a mysterious text on the phone, my next clue as to how I might put back together the shattered pieces of my life. And there were people out there willing to help me, like Marlena and Parnell, maybe even Olive or Lorenz. All these people reaching out to lift me up, only in their hands were whips, ropes and gags, and an unknown price.
Except one, a stranger from last night who
