WebNovelSpiderweb100.00%

Deep Violet

When the next morning came, Regan woke up with such speed that it was an hour before Antonin and Ryder's arrival. She had gotten up from her bed and with light steps, walked over to her bathroom in which she took a nice and relaxing bath in her bathtub. He didn't know why but everything seemed so calm, the room, although meant to be a little chilly, felt warm. She didn't flinch at her reaction like she usually did and didn't spend 30 seconds staring at the fork hidden in the cabinets wondering whether or not to cut her skin open. 

She did, however, fill her mind with thoughts she was about to unravel about this place. This hell she was forced into and didn't even remember how she got there. She looked up at the walls and wondered how old they were, and how many people they had housed before her. She looked down at the bathtub and wondered which other psychopath had laid in this tub to bathe or if they had stood for the shower.