Amanda’s POV

“Wake up!” The loud voice of the guard woke me up from my sleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized the sun was out, reflecting into my room through the window and giving my dim room a ray of light.

“Stand up,” he ordered as he opened the gate of my cell and harshly pulled me up. “Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“You will know when you get there,” he said to me, and I gulped in fear. As he pulled me along, I felt like passing out; I was so hungry and thirsty. “I need water,” I pleaded with the guard, but he ignored...