Fifty Five.

Aria’ POV

My body ached, every single part of me felt heavy, like something was pressing down on top of me.

Ryan, I’m sure I had seen him and Elijah too, were they together? How had they found me?

Everything is hazy as I sit up and rub my eyes. Looking down, I see that I am in a bed, a white gown covering my body, but red marks were visible on both my arms. Images of Elida cutting my skin come back to me. I’m sure she was eating me, piece by piece, but I am here and whole too.

Climbing out of the bed, it hurt to move my legs as I pushed my feet down onto a fluffy white rug. Everything in this room was white, pure and clean. Was I dead?

A pile of white clothes sat folded on top of a dresser. It reminded me of how Ryan had been when he held me hostage, how he had wanted me dressed a certain way.

Quickly changing, the clothes are like a linen material, long too but very freeing. Little white slippers sat on the floor but I preferred to be barefoot, until I at least knew where I was.

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