RISE OF THE DISCARDED SON-IN-LAW

VISITING HER FATHER

Charlotte stood in the bathroom with her hair tied up in a towel and one tied around her body. She looked at the image staring back at her in the mirror. Her hands grazed the mark on her neck and she winced at the pain she felt from the burn. Her hands dropped from her neck and went to her wrist. The rope burns were still hurting a bit and they stood out from her skin colour.

The women had helped her relax a bit and washed off all the grime and dirt that coated her body but it wasn't the same. She didn't feel the same as how she did before all this happened. Although her skin was clean her mind had been darkened and stained by what she had endured. They scrubbed her severally but they can’t scrub the memories away.

Charlotte's hands dropped as tears began to swell up in her eyes. She couldn't believe how she looked. Being captured and tied up had turned her into a distasteful version of herself. She bit her lip, willing the tears to go back. When she was taken by Alarick, she cried.