CHAPTER 100 You're A Fighter
Maisie's POV
I woke up with a start, my breathing ragged and tears falling down the sides of my face. I sat up abruptly in bed, trying to calm myself down as I tried desperately to remember where I was.
I couldn't remember anything at the moment, everything seemed blurry, I blinked looking around the room.
It wasn't my own room in the slave quarters, that much was certain. The walls were painted with intricate designs that were reminiscent of some ancient art.
The floor was covered with a light blue carpet and there were four wooden frames on the wall, one for each slave. They were all decorated with different designs but they also looked very familiar.
The bed was soft, more than likely handmade or something similar, the sheets were silk and warm under me, and I had never slept so well before.
I stilled when I saw my hands connected to something I realized was an IV, I wondered how sick I was to use an IV.