Paula
“Where are we going?” I ask my stepmother. She has never loved me, being my father's eldest daughter. I know she doesn't care if something happens to me, but I don't think she means to harm me, or does she?
As we walk down that hallway, I see the color of the lights. They are dark and sinister. We enter through a small door, where a woman greets us.
“Here she is, the girl I mentioned. She's thirteen,” my stepmother tells the woman, who smiles sinisterly.
“It’s a good age. They’re quite sought after around here.” I glance at my father's wife, who only sneers at me.
“I don't want to stay here!” My shout comes out as a plea. She just smiles while taking the money the woman gives her.
“You're staying because we need the money. Your father needs to see a doctor. You can help him. Th
