I could feel the rough rope scratching against the delicate skin of my wrist.

The searing, burning pain of the wound made my eyes teary. I wriggled my body so they knew I was in pain. I screamed, but the fabric in my mouth muffled the sound I made.

They'll kill me. I saw that on Thelma's angry face.

I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that she was the Tyrell manor's head servant, who lured me into a trap and took me to wherever the hell she wanted to kill me. I heard my dress torn, and I screamed in terror, hoping they wouldn’t...