Thornston Gala Dinner (6)

The night before and one of the islands far away….

The young woman thrashed, moving and rolling on the bare floor as if in great distress. The cold seeped into her joints, but that was far from her worst fear, and her body was most probably used to it.

The saner part of her mind told her that she needed to get away from there!... wherever that was… except, that was far from possible. Her fight and flight instincts seemed to have been knocked out.

She had only been on the island for a few days at most, and she thought that she very well understood the punishments that she had been given; but that turned out to be untrue. With each passing day, her dire situation became more apparent.

"She's at it again!"

"Uhhhrrrrr! I need at least three hours of sleep, and she's preventing me from getting any!" Someone yelled in the dim room, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the gap where a window should be.