I push away the porridge like substance, though my stomach is empty. It’s been like this the past two weeks. I know I will eventually give in to my hunger. I pull my knees to my bruised face.
Apparently, obedience is a big thing in this dungeon. You don’t eat, they’ll punch you around or whip you. They like to keep you alive, and save the torture for later.
Harver’s life is probably perfect right now. I mean, he does have Margaret. If this is suppose to make me feel better, than why is my heart throbbing?
I give in and take the bowl to my mouth. The porridge tastes like barf. The sun runs through the small, barred window. My chains rattle as I move into the light.
“Please, please take me away.” I think to myself. I would already by gone if they had any sharp object in this cell. I was caught when I tried to choke myself with the chains. The chains are now shorter.
I’ve tried everything. Stop eating(which worked for maybe two days), stopped breathing, choking myself, banging my head hard against the concrete walls, and even trying to throw my guts up.
And obviously, those things didn’t work, or I would be dead.
“I do.” I say reluctantly. I turn to see my mom, wiping her teary eyes.
“You may now kiss the bride.” I do so, but the bitter taste in my mouth afterwards makes me sick.
The doors suddenly slam shut.
“Finally!” Margaret screams. She snaps her finger, and everyone is now dressed in rags, and I’m in a black shirt and black pants. Margaret laughs. The ancient power is now hers.
I need to find Rayne. Whether she likes it or not. I quickly ram myself through the window. I’ll save everyone from Margaret later.
When I finally trace down Rayne’s scent, I follow it.