Ariana's POV

The longer I stayed in this mansion, the more it started to feel like a really twisted version of one of those reality shows you know, the kind where you’re not sure if you’re winning a prize or being slowly voted off the planet.

At least the room they gave me was beautiful. Big enough to house three of me, with silk sheets, gold-rimmed mirrors, and curtains that looked like they’d been stolen from a royal palace. But the size didn’t matter. The walls still whispered ...