She looks down at me with pity as a sit on the stone floor with my back against the wall. My wrists bound with metal handcuffs with chains leading into the wall behind me, drawing my arms back uncomfortably and limiting my movement. I refuse to look up at her, I can’t give her the satisfaction to see me at my weakest. It’s been three days since I was stripped naked and forcefully dressed in this itchy rough prison uniform. Naomi was there, watching me whilst Alexis humiliated me and equally enjoying it. I had not long ago thought she was on my side despite being close to her sister, she seemed neutral. I was wrong, so wrong and it paints me. It pains me knowing she is playing the princesses games, being her pawn in all this and not even caring
