---- 15_Where is she? Faith It's no surprise that | can't sleep, the rogue next to me is quite the chatterbox, even the guards are growing increasingly annoyed with him, so much, so they douse him with a bucket of cold water to shut him up. I've gotten two hours of sleep every night at best, and during the day | can't fall asleep despite how tired | feel. | partly blame the rogue's doings in the nighttime, but | know the biggest blame has to be my habit of overthinking and the inability to quiet the ramblings of my mind. Regardless of how hard | try to relax and enjoy the time | get to spend away from father dearest, my mind keeps conjuring up new scenarios - each one worse than the other. Good thing there are no mirrors here; at least, | don't have to put in extra effort to avoid my reflection. The bags under my eyes must be the ---- size of the Grand Canyon. Even with my eyes closed, | feel like the world is floating around me. | feel slightly dizzy, which means | might faint. Good, at least it might offer some rest. As soon as | give in to temptation, my moment is ruined because the door to the cells flies open, and someone starts shouting. "Where the fuck is she?" | think | know the voice; no, the owner of it, but I'm not entirely sure. I've heard it before, perhaps not in person and just in passing, but | can recognise the husky tone. "Who?" A guard asks as the lights in the hall slowly turn on. | try to shield my eyes from the bright lights. The darkness was better. Much better. At least it didn't sting. All that time | spent getting used to the dark made me hate the light. God knows how I'll react once father stops playing his game of power and allows me to leave this place. ---- "My future wife! Where is she?" As more anger resonates in his words, | finally recognise the man who joined the party. The one and only. This has to be a true speak of the devil moment. "Forgive me, Alpha Dorian; | didn't recognise you. Follow me; I'll show you to her cell." The other guard jumps in, eager to please the angry intruder. God, when did these men become such passionate ass-kissers? | would offer them lip balm, if | had any because at this ass-kissing rate they may get chapped lips. Does father know what's going on? Did Alpha Dorian warn him about the arrival, or is he here without my father's knowledge? And most importantly, whatever happens next - will the blame be forced on me again? Because he sounds furious. | hear the heavy footsteps approaching the cell, but I'm too weak to lift my head and look in the direction the sound is coming from. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!