Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 42

Dylan POV.

“Hey kiddo, you need to eat. You can’t do anything if you haven’t got the strength.” Carlos had been worried. about me all week. He stated that I’m getting worse treatment than even him. The dungeon is cold and dark, the potent smell of mold lingered in the air and my body had become extremely thin frail and weak.

My clothes consisted of a small brown, potato like sack, dress that was draped over my head. It had little holes in here and there and now had a few blood splatters all over. I did have a single piece of rope that I used for a belt but that only showed my underweight figure more. I was extremely dirty, dried blood rested in my hair

I smelt really bad my hair was greasy and extremely knotted, and only god knows what my teeth looked like. I had no shoes.

and on my skin. I hadn’t showered in a long, 2

my feet were bare and dry, and my lips were cracked from the insufferable amount of times the king had defiled me.

physical. My legs were shaky from the rape and my body

side of the bed and placing them on the floor before stretching my arms above my head, which caused me to

is worse than what it was back home, the food is disgusting, my body was

sane down here for so long by yourself?” I asked Carlos with a small

it was nice though, having someone who understood. Someone

as I

corse substance scratched my already raw throat causing me to cough slightly, and the flavor was

no one came through. I did manage to doze now

coming down the dark corridor leading to my cell, the second his voice filled my ears my body

footsteps and braced myself, I waited for the doors to open but they didn’t. Instead the footsteps walked past my cell and over to Carlos’s. I heard his door

heard a screechy voice