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**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**

Dream

Adea

An oval rose-gold framed mirror sat atop an ebony-stained solid wood vanity. The tension mixed with excitement as it buzzed in the air. I fought and failed to stop my leg from bouncing. Butterflies threatened to break loose as they fluttered against my stomach. I was trying not to count down the minutes. He said he was going to be here at sunset.

I looked towards the set of four windows that started two feet from the ground and stretched almost to the top of the ceiling. The top of the windows arched and gave this prison a fairy tale castle feel. It was the opposite, the white walls were closing in on me with every passing minute.