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.

he would tell me to accept him and when I’d refuse he’d get physical. My legs were shaky from the rape and my body was

and placing them on the floor before stretching my arms above my head, which caused

life is too precious to just throw away. I don’t wanna loose my only friend because you’ve died of starvation. He’s right, but how can I? Life here is worse than what it was back home, the

asked Carlos with a small depressed chuckle, he

who understood. Someone who doesn’t give in over the tiniest circumstance. I loved that this man hated his mate

as I

chewy, but I ate it, the corse substance scratched my already raw throat causing me to cough slightly, and the flavor was bland, it was like I was eating

past while I stared at the wall. Carlos was asleep, but I wasn’t so lucky, sleep was always hard to achieve. I spent most days and nights just lying down on the metal bed, staring at the door in hope that no one came through. I did manage to doze now and again though. Getting about one or two hours a night. I didn’t know exactly how long I’d been down there, there were no windows, so I had no idea wether

the dark corridor leading to my cell, the second his voice filled my ears my body tensed. Fear struck me

doors to open but they didn’t. Instead the footsteps walked past

I heard a screechy voice which caused