I looked around frantically, searching for the source of the voice. But there was no one in sight. The darkness stretched endlessly across the field, and the only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat.
"Could it be my imagination? Maybe I'm overthinking," I muttered to myself, trying to brush off the unease settling in.
As I turned to head back to my room, the voice returned, louder this time. "That's right, Kimberly. Run back to your room. No one needs you at that meeting. You're just a slave. Remember that!"
My heart leaped, and I didn't wait another second. I ran, my feet pounding against the ground as I hurried back to my quarters. I didn't stop until I reached the door, slamming it shut behind me. My chest heaved with fear, and I pressed my back against the door, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
'What's happening here?' I wondered, shaking my head. 'Who or what is behind all of this?'
