Unlike every other morning, Adeline was woken with multiple hands-on her immediately sending her into panic mode.
Her eyes snapped open and she shot up with the speed of an arrow. "Get off!" she cried in desperation, the fear of the past coming to the surface, "off!" she cried again until they were all standing away from her.
"Adeline," Jenna appeared by her side, her slightly old and wrinkled skin, crinkled in worry, "What's wrong?"
Adeline's throat dried up and she looked around her room. Women dressed in white stood in front of her, all four of them.
She did not remember who those women were; all her mind could not bear being touched by multiple women after being forcefully washed by women for the sacrifice that Noah or Nathaniel, whichever name he went by, had planned for her.
It felt like that today.
