Chapter 51

• Amelia
• My prison was an abyss. An unrelenting torment of soreness, hunger, and thirst ran through my body. But within those walls, existed a realm of dreams, my dreams. They were haunted by the ghosts of my parents, whispering messages I couldn’t quite grasp.
• As I lay there shivering in the darkness, I heard footsteps approaching. The dim light filtering through the barred door betrayed the shadow of the man. It was Arnold, the man who had not only sold me off once, but was now playing a role in my situation of being in this wretched place.