Celeste’s P.O.V

I stared into space, the whistling sound of the knives that flew past my ear triggered the senses in my head. One of the knives sliced a strand of my hair before it hit the board behind me with a sharp thud. Despite this show of madness that had been incorporated into my daily routine, I didn't budge.

I had gotten used to the constant torture and humiliation so bad that I couldn't wait to die. I had lost all hope, and there was no escape from this nightmare that Nigel had created for me.

Ropes bounded my wrist, leaving an aching pain that I had now gotten...