Sarah's eyes opened slowly as the morning sun crept through the heavy curtains. Her body felt like she had been hit by a truck. Every muscle ached, every bone felt stiff. The memories of yesterday crashed over her like cold water.
She sat up carefully in the big bed, wincing as her sore muscles protested. Her hair was a complete mess, sticking up in all directions. The maids had been so kind last night, helping her out of her dirty clothes and into this soft silk robe. The blue silk felt smooth against her skin, a contrast to the rough ropes that had bound her wrists just hours ago.
Sarah touched her wrists gently. There were still red marks there, but they were fading.
She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, trying to work out the stiffness. Then she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor.
Her mind drifted back to last night. The container. The fear. The other women. And then… Mason.
