Veronica POVThe first thing I heard when I woke was a beep that pulsed through the silence.Blurred vision and a throbbing pain in my skull made it almost unbearable to open my eyes. The air I breathed in carried none of the damp stench of the room where I had been trapped for months. I couldn't smell urine, stale leftovers, or the burnt honey mixture that evil witch Mina forced down my throat every day. Instead, the air carried the scent of medicine and freshly laundered sheets.My muscles seized, and I kept my eyes shut as my body prepared for the pain I knew would follow. Whenever I woke in that room, I listened for the scrape of the iron deadbolt sliding back, then the footsteps, and then the merciless beatings.I lay there, my pulse pounding in my chest, waiting for the deadbolt, the footsteps, the first blow.None of it came.The beep continued.I opened my eyes. White ceiling tiles stretched above me, their recessed bulbs casting light across my face. I had forgotten what a no
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