Clarissa’s P.O.V.

Weightless, that was how I felt. Hands gripping my body as my head is tilted back and my eyes flutter open to see the eyes of my father. His wicked grin sent shivers through to my soul.

It was at that moment that I realized my situation differed from before. I was in an all-white room with a bed sitting in its center. The room reminded me of a sterile room at a hospital for someone with an immune disorder. Confusion was clear on my face as he stood walking ...