Emma’s dreams were filled with horrific reminders of how she came to live with Queen Lucille and her family. The constant fear of whether today would be the day she died weighed up to wishing that today would be the day she died.
Teeth sank into her human flesh and the pain that went with each bite, until finally her body started blocking out the pain, and she had become a shell of the girl she once was. The first days of her capture were the worst, but in time she learned that fighting them just gave them more reason to make things tougher on her, so she would just not react to their incessant demands, and finally they tired of her.
She woke up screaming, feeling arms around her, pulling her in close.
“It’s okay. You are safe. I’m here." She felt Christiaan whisper in her ear, holdin
