I groaned and stretched my limbs, turning over in my bed. No. Not a bed. I was on a rough floor. I opened my eyes. I was back in my cell.The girl in the corner was singing a soothing song. Her voice was nice. I remembered everything that happened before I passed out for the last time.I must have imagined the soft bed. I craved for my own bed so my mind was probably just playing tricks on me. I wondered how many days I spent here. Two? It felt like forever. What was Imogen doing and would she find me? Were they even searching for me?I groaned and sat up. The bandages around my chest and back were gone and I was dressed in a soft cotton gown. I no longer felt pain as I moved too. Did I imagine all of that? The whipping, the men, and the bed? It all felt so real.I flexed my shoulders and tried to touch my back. I winced from the pain caused by stretching my muscles. I stood up and walked around. I was perfectly fine. I frowned. Something was definitely wrong somewhere. Did I imagine
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