MILDRED

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

I scooted on the cold floor with my arms wrapped around my knees. The entire building was gravely silent and the slurpy sound of my sniffles reverberated the room.

This was it.

This was going to be my life from now on. This was where I belonged until the coronation which was not any time soon.

I was stuck in a new rot. I was stuck in a nightmare.

Enid did not want me. He was going to do anything just to be sure our bond weakened and eventually died off. It was what he wanted. It wasn't what I wanted.

My eyes hurt from sobbing all...