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.

the last month the king had come down to see 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

stated before chucking my wobbly legs over the side of the bed and placing them

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 small stale slice of bread and put

with a small depressed

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

as I hated

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

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 night, but

the second his voice filled my

didn’t. Instead the footsteps walked past my cell and over to Carlos’s. I heard his door open

screechy voice which

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