Ashlyn
Cold water rudely woke me when it hit me. I gasped and panted, struggling to move. My hands and ankles had been restrained. I tried to focus my eyes on the room, but it was dark, and I had a throbbing headache. My whole body ached, and I knew my abdomen hadn’t healed.
“You look exactly like your mother did at your age,” a female voice called out, and then a bright light blinded me. Smashing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from the light.
“Now, my dear Ashlyn, give me what I want, and you can leave.” The familiar voice said.
“Who are you?” My raspy voice yelled, my eyes still adjusting to the light.
She chuckled, “I’m hurt you don’t remember me, granddaughter.” She emerged from the dark corner and stepped into the light.
“Grandmother!”
“Granddaughter, you have somethin
