Amelia's POV
You know that feeling you get after a nap, everything is a blur; like time doesn't exist. Everything's hazy.
The room is twisting and turning. My head is pounding, and I'm sick to my stomach. I hunched over the bed; my stomach trying to clean everything out. My vision focused, and I realized this wasn't my bed. Quinn.
My heart clenched at the thought. Where is she? Is she okay? Am I okay?
The question to my answer is no. I'm chained to a bed, I'm si- wait, I'm chained to a bed?! Where the hell am I?
" Oh, my dear daughter! You're awake! You must be wondering why your chained to a bed. Well, sweetie, you see, you need to be punished for your sins." My mom said, grinning madly.
"How will I punish you? Oh, I have many ways." She smirked.
