Chapter 70 : Knock, Knock

*Lily*

What would I give to have access to a comfortable pillow or a throw blanket? Something to rest my eyes on for just a few minutes. A fluffy pillow would be a welcome sight. I wished to lay my aching head down and catch a few minutes of much-needed sleep. Although, I couldn't be sure it would be a restful sleep knowing Jean was in this building waiting for me to finish my first few paintings.

I pursed my lips thinking how I would never complain of an uncomfortable old chair or bed again after this experience. Even if I was given a stiff cot, I'd happily sleep in it with no questions asked. I contemplated whether I'd sleep on a stained mattress at this point. I could feel my desperation turning into irrational compromises and ideas.

I shivered controllably feeling even more exposed and vulnerable the longer I stayed down in this basement. The thin fabric of my dress had been nice when visiting the Louvre but not helpful in the dungeon I was trapped in.

How long had it bee