Meeting The Mysterious Bidder

BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle slowly opened her eyes to the rays of light streaming in through the small window in the room.

As she sat upright, yawning slightly, she stretched her arms and limbs, wondering how long she'd been here.

Maybe it was late evening, or she didn't know, but she looked out the windows again and noticed that the light coming in was a little dim, indicating that the sun had already set.

She couldn't even climb the bed and chair to look outside the building she'd been brought to if she tried, and sagging her shoulders, she ran through the events of the day in her head.

From the billing house journey to this location and the appropriate knowledge that she was still being treated well, Brielle reveled in the memories.

She had been fed and given water to clean herself before falling asleep on the bed while the two women who had been with her watched.

They soon left, and now she was alone in the room.

Deciding to go to the door to check if it was open, Brielle stood up and