Tangled

Chapter 206

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It's disgusting to admit that I look forward to Marisol's presence, even though her treatment has only gone downhill. At least she brings food.

The first day I was brought here, there were voices. Whispers. Noises through the walls.

Lately, it's nothing but silence.

Every so often, there's that dripping water sound that lasts for hours, which used to drive me mad but is now a break from the monotony of nothing.

The clinking of the manacles around my wrists and ankles echoes in the dank cell as I gnaw at the hunk of bread in my hands, its crust stale and unappetizing. But hunger gnaws at my stomach, and this is my only way to fill it.

Marisol is crouched mere feet away, her eyes wide and curious as she watches me eat. It's unnerving the way she observes me like I'm some sort of exotic creature in a zoo. I try to ignore her, focusing instead on the meager meal in front of me.

The soup is a sickly shade of green, its scent reminiscent of rotting vegetables. I wrinkle my nose as I bring the bowl to my lips, but I'm surprised to find that it doesn't taste as bad as it looks. It's thin and watery, but there's a hint of something savory that makes it almost palatable.

As I sip, I watch Marisol out of the side of my eye. Sometimes she seems so naive, like a child who doesn't understand the world

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around her. But other times, there's a sharpness to her gaze that makes me think she's far more cunning than she lets on. It's like playing a game of Russian roulette every time she comes to my cell -I never know which version of her I'm going to get.

Marisol shifts, her bare feet scraping against the rough floor. She leans in closer, her breath hot against my skin as she whispers, "You eat like an animal."

I flinch at her words, my cheeks burning with shame. I want to

snap back at her, to tell her that I'm not an animal, that I'm a person with thoughts and feelings and a life outside of this cell. But I bite my tongue.

Instead, I focus on the bread, tearing off another piece and shoving

it into my mouth. The crust scratches at my throat as I swallow. I should have soaked it in the soup. Maybe I will.

twisted sort of

to the side like a curious bird.

voice

I dream of freedom? Of course I do. Every moment of every day, I dream of breaking free from these chains and running as far away from this place as I can. But I

of many things," I say instead,

glazing over as if lost in thought. "I dream

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want that? How can she desire a life of servitude to a monster who keeps her locked away in

set it aside, my stomach still grumbling with hunger.

she says, her voice soft and almost dreamy. "Just like I did. The

whisper, my voice trembling with fear and defiance. "I'll

every day

in her eyes. "We'll see," she says, rising to her feet with a grace that seems out of place in this dank cell. "We'll

back to silence, my

to

been here

Have they given up?

think I'm

Is Ava dead?

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after the vampire drank from me, the misery of weakness. At least then, I didn't notice when the

brought me around my shoulders.

in this

I'm about to close my eyes and attempt to drift off into a fitful sleep, an unfamiliar rustle catches my attention. My heart leaps into my throat as I freeze, straining my ears

piece of paper flutters into my cell, landing on the floor just a few feet away

Is this real?

succumbed to the madness

shaking as I unfold it. My heart pounds in my chest, hope and fear warring within me. Could this be a message from the outside world?

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