Forty Five

"Ahh!"

"Will you stop screaming?".

"Well what do you want me to do? I wake up in an unknown place in nothing but lace underwear, my hands and legs cuffed to the bed. What do you expect me to do huh?".

She rolled her eyes. "Well not scream obviously".

Now I roll my eyes. "Yeah right. Like you won't do the same if you were in my shoes".

"Probably not".

"I can tell you're lying".

I look at the girl again. She's not the little girl I met in the forest but she must be a relative. The girl has dark kohl lined around her eyes. Her lips are a dark red and if my guess is right, she should be around Eloive's age.

"Why am I cuffed to the bed?".

"I wish I knew", she says grumbling.

The little girl from earlier pos her head in the doorway. "Oh, I know".

"Tell us Toreh, why is she cuffed to my bed?".

Toreh steps into the room looking between us. "Well, after you slept in the tub, mother brought you here. You kept touching yourself in your sleep, so mother cuffed her hands to the bed. Oh, and she ke