53. Bite Me

Layla sat on the edge of the filthy mattress on the floor, staring at the blank wall.

There was no TV or a comfortable bed, and they hadn’t provided another meal. The only thing they gave her was a new gown. The Commander liked mind games. Her people were stuck in their cages, cursing her for what they thought she did, losing their trust in their Queen. They thought she was living in luxury while they suffered.

She hadn’t been able to mindlink Faith or Rebecca, but she could sense their emotions, even from the basement.

The Commander never had any intention of treating her like a person. He was trying to alienate her to continue using her for his sick project. Mutherfucker.

Her fists clenched for so long that they were numb. But she wouldn’t make the mistake of moving too soon again.

The sound of wheels rolling on the concrete floor shifted her attention to the door. They kept the overly bright lights on in the small room, so she still couldn’t tell what time it was, but the