Teaching You The Ways To Ask For Forgiveness

“Ughh,” Bree groaned, turning on the comfortable bed, her back slightly bruised. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, accessing her surroundings. Her eyes widened immediately as memories flooded in her head.

She sat up from the bed in haste, frantically scanning the room for any sign of the cruel man who had locked her up in the bathroom the night before. It wasn’t a pleasant memory at all. After she got tired from banging on the door and disturbing his sleep, she realized how cruel he became that he let her sleep in the bathroom.

She’d slumped on the floor, grumbling for minutes until the arms of sleep finally carried her away. But if that was the case, how did she wake up tucked in the bed, sleeping comfortably?

If it wasn’t for the dull ache on her neck for sleeping improperly, she would have called it all a dream.

Before she could piece together the fragments of her thought, the door of the room slowly creaked open, and slow deliberate footsteps echoed in the silent room.

“You. H