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.

from the rape 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 have

not hungry.” I stated before chucking my wobbly legs over the side of the bed and placing them on the floor before stretching my arms

great, but 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 food is disgusting, my body was in agonizing pain and my mental state

Carlos with a small depressed chuckle, he shook his head as he looked

I do kid.” He looked sad, it was nice though, having someone who understood. Someone who

I hated

the corse substance scratched my already raw throat

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

the second his voice filled my ears my body tensed. Fear struck me and my

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