BRIELLE’S POV
Brielle's eyes flew open as she felt a piercing pain shoot from her skull to her forehead.
Groaning slightly, she blinked furiously, her chained wrists touching her forehead.
She wanted to cry, she could feel it, but at the last moment, she stopped herself. Sniffing instead, she tried to make sense of what was going on around her.
She had been sleeping, as far as she could remember, but something seemed to have woken her up, and she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
She looked around the dimly lit room before closing her eyes.
Maybe if she closed her kids for a few minutes, she'd be drawn back to the fruitless slumber she'd awoken from, and for a brief moment, she wouldn't be here, in this dungeon.
It didn’t even take the next second for her to finally come
