The pain woke her up from sleep. Aria winced as she jolted back to wakefulness.
Her legs hurt, her arms ached so badly she wanted to take them off.
If she had a choice, she would prefer to keep her eyes closed.
She didn’t want to see anyone, she didn’t want to continue in that line of torture.
But what lay beneath her was soft, unlike the hard ground she was kneeling on earlier.

Aria realized she was on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. She was in her room, the windows were open, and the light from outside beamed through the shields.

She sat...