OLEANDER
If you think your life is terrible due to your current situation, just try to be in my shoes for one day. Then you'll taste real terrible.
"This is the fifteenth meal that's been brought to you," Claudia murmured, nudging the tray filled with steaming brown rice, chicken soup, and water.
I stared weakly at it and edged toward the silver bars of the cell, but my movement was stopped by the invisible wall. The same barrier that had kept me trapped since the moment I was thrown in here.
Three days.
Three days without food. Without water. Without anything except Dante's constant abuse and the bitch I had been forced to endure alongside it.
My personal guard, as she liked to call herself.
She was the true tormentor. Dante was brutal, yes, but Claudia was deliberate. She made sure every second hurt more than the last.
Blankets, food, water, even scraps of kindness meant to keep me alive, she confiscated them all. According to her, prisoners didn't deserve comfort.
