Pandora's POV

The darkness of the room pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. My hands were tied tightly behind the chair, the rough ropes biting into my skin.

Hours had passed, but the ache was becoming unbearable now, my wrists were numb, and I could feel the blood circulation cutting off.

Panic twisted in my chest, but I fought to keep it down, knowing that showing fear would only make things worse.

Ms. Edna was a psychopath. I knew that much the moment her laughter had turned cold, and cruel, as if she enjoyed watching me suffer. There was no reasoning with her, no chance of escape without risking...