Chapter 121

• Isabel
• The door creaked open and I didn’t bother looking up since I already knew who it was. The wooden floor groaned under calm, calculated footsteps, and I braced myself for another round of face off with Bianca. I kept my head down, staring at my dirt-caked fingers, at the raw, chafed skin around my wrists where the ropes had held me for two days now. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing my face, didn’t let her see how exhaustion dragged at my limbs, how my body felt like it had been carved out and left hollow. A rustling sound, then a sigh. “You look awful.” She commented.
• No kidding, bitch.