You can't survive.

Amanda

The dim light of the cell flickered, casting eerie shadows on the damp stone walls. I sat huddled in the corner, my arms wrapped around my knees, trying to keep warm. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and despair, a constant reminder of how long I had been trapped here. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. I looked up, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that Zane was coming.

As he appeared in the doorway, his silhouette was dark and imposing. He stepped inside, his cold eyes scanning the cell before settling on me. "Amanda," he said, his voice dripping with a false sense of concern. "I’ve brought you some food."

I watched him warily, not moving an inch. "I don’t want anything from you, Zane," I replied, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides.

He sighed, a theatrical display of disappointment. "Amanda, you must eat. You can’t survive on stubbornness alone."

"I’ll manage," I snapped back, refusing to give hi