Rose jabbed at me, her words full of irritation.
I keep my eyes low and on my hands, which are bound in front of me by chains attached to a hook in the floor.
Surrounding me are multiple sets of studio lighting and behind me a camera stands on a tripod, poised for the perfect shot of my naked back.
Rose sighs and places her hand under my chin, forcing my head up in an attempt to make me look at her.
“Come on now, Sweetie. Give me my front page shot. One photo is all I need…LOOK AT ME” Her voice booms around the room, my eyes flicking straight to hers in complete submission. Her hair has fallen out of place and bags have started to form under her eyes from hours of agitation.
Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks as I stare at the woman who promised to save mine and my family’s life only a week ago.
“Bring her in,” Rose instructs.
Horror fills every inch of my body as two men drag my daughter into the room. Gagged and bound, her eyes dart around the room in terror. Delilah’s mulberry coloured eyes land on me and her terror turns to anger as she takes in my body and the torture that has been inflicted on it since our capture. She begins to thrash against the men in an attempt to break free but is quickly stopped by a kick to the stomach from Rose, forcing her to her knees.
Rose pulls a gun out from the back of her jeans and places it on Delilah’s temple.
“What about now?”
Delilah starts to shake uncontrollably as the click of the gun being readied echos around the room.
My wings fly open behind me, knocking a lighting rig over as they fill the room.
Rose lowers her gun and smiles as the lights around me start to flash and the shutter in the camera fires.