I slowly opened my eyes as pain flooded my senses. I’ve never been sorer in my entire life. I remembered what happened and quickly sat up to look around. My hands were free, but my leg was attached to a chain. I was lying on a stone bed with a thin sheet inside a cell. I swung my feet over the side and stepped down on the cold, barren floor.
I was still wearing the same dress as before, but it was somehow dirtier. I inspected my hands and saw the cuts and scrapes I had from fighting Ashley and Aaron had healed, meaning one of two things. Either my dragon is healing me faster, or I’ve been here a while.
Judging by the growth of my leg and underarm hair, it’s definitely the latter. I continued to take in my surroundings and figure out where I am, and who took me this time. I can only assum
