FIFTY THREE

KAREN

The sky was getting dark, and the sun slowly made a retreat. I guess it was already evening. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I had imagined Devon breaking in to save me. With time passing, I learned how naive it was for me to think like that instead of finding a way to escape.

The door opened, revealing Wigan in a black wedding suit. A smile appeared on his face. Two young girls were standing beside him, holding a wedding gown.

"This is the gown I got for you. It's beautiful, right? Wear it now; the priest is waiting for us." He signaled the two girls and watched gleefully as they got rid of my old clothes and helped me wear the white gown.

"You demon, you will regret this," I cursed bitterly. I hadn't yet lost hope; Wigan would never expect that somebody within his rank would help me, and that was my greatest trump card.

The girls escorted me out of the room after dressing me. We walked down the long corridor and arrived in a wide garden. The garden had been decorated