She had no idea how long she’d been sleeping, but she was startled awake when the door swung open, pushing against her prone form. As she opened her eyes, daylight slashed into the room, blinding her. The pain in her head was instant and excruciating. The girl clenched her eyes closed as tightly as she could, threw her forearm over her face and scrambled backward until her body slammed hard into the stone wall. Before she could catch her breath, a rough hand dragged her up from the ground.
“Stand up,” a man’s voice commanded.
She followed the pain in her scalp more than his command. Her legs wobbled and shook as she stood upright. She tried opening her eyes again but the light was too harsh.
“Please,” she croaked. “I want to go home.”
He laughed, his breath hot in her ear. “You can’t go home, girlie,” he said. “You’re mine now.”