OLIVIA'S POV
The small room was all but in darkness, though pale streaks filtered through creaks in the door. And in a moment, my eyes grew accustomed to the light, and then my heart went dead, for across, out of the shadow, came a figure, Sharon. Of course, it had to be her, standing in the doorway, a pleased smile tugging at her lips as if she had waited for this very moment for a very long time.
"Well, well, well," she sneered, swaying into the room with exaggerated swagger. "Look who has finally learned her place."
There was malice dripping from her voice, a blow. Its ripples of rage and terror were in danger of overwhelming me. I all but whimpered, "Sharon, please, what is this? Why are you doing this?”