Chapter 261: Picky One
"Wake up!!" Anastasia heard someone yell in her ears, startling her awake as she jumped off the bed in fright, her heart hammering in her chest as her eyes landed on the strange girl she’d met the previous night.
"What? What is it?" Anastasia asked, glaring at the strange girl.
"You seemed to have been enjoying your sleep so much, I decided to wake you up so Samantha wouldn’t be the one to do that. You should thank me, you know. If she’d been the one to wake you up, you would have been dragged to that dark room and tortured for being tardy," the strange girl blabbed about, getting down from the bed through the attached wooden ladder on the bunk bed.
Anastasia grabbed her head, feeling the familiar headache resurface due to the strange girl’s loud voice.
She glanced around the room, noticing the little light that spilled through the curtains, which made the room look brighter than the previous night she’d arrived.
"You never said your name," Anastasia suddenly remarked, her voice calm but curious. The strange girl, who had been heading toward the tiny door that looked like it led to a bathroom, stopped in her tracks. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob before slowly turning to face Anastasia, her expression unreadable.
"I’m Angelina," the strange girl replied, and Anastasia couldn’t help but take in her hair which had only gotten worse.
"Well, Angelina. That Samantha woman said I won’t be joining any of your tasks for the next three da—"
"And three days are going to pass like a flash and then you’ll join us. This place is hell, Anastasia. So if you know what’s good for you, you’d better not think you’re treated specially. You’ll still end up living the same lives we’ve lived here."