A R I A N A

The door slipped opened again two of my father’s guards walked in not saying a word one of them untied the ropes from my wrists my arms felt weak and sore.

Then they pulled me to my feet and started leading me out of the room.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice shaky.

They did not answer and just walked me down a dark hallway to another door.

One of the guards opened it and pushed me inside.

The room was small and had no windows ...