Esmeralda

Tears ran down my eyes freely as my aching back met the wall. Tired of standing for hours, my back slid down the wall.

Once again, I huddled up in my cell, wrapping my hands around my legs as my face was buried in between my lap.

History had repeated itself.

And it was quite unfortunate.

The cold bit into my exposed skin and I cuddled myself tighter as if to shield me. I should have worn a thicker top and jeans.

Not a crop top and bum shorts to welcome my mate. And now, I was paying dearly for it.

Hungry mosquitoes feasted freely on my pale skin,...