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.

and my body was littered in bruises from his beatings. Overall though the dungeon wasn’t so bad, and me and Carlos enjoyed talking to one another, it was nice to

bed and placing them on the floor before stretching

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 food is disgusting, my body was in agonizing pain and my mental state wasn’t great either. Nevertheless I took the

you stayed sane down here for so long by yourself?” I asked Carlos with a small depressed chuckle, he shook his

it worse than I do kid.” He looked sad, it was nice though, having someone who understood. Someone who doesn’t give in over the tiniest circumstance. I loved that

as I hated

corse substance scratched my already raw throat causing me to cough slightly,

few hours 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 it was day or

went on before the king could eventually be heard coming down the dark corridor leading to my cell, the second his voice

footsteps and braced myself, I waited for the doors to open but they didn’t. Instead the footsteps walked past

I heard a screechy voice