Hundred and Sixteen

VALERIA

Everyday it was the same; the steady, monotonous drip drip drip of water leaking somewhere. Most times, the sound haunted me in my dreams. It was all I could usually hear in the silence of this place. I had cried so much that it now seemed as if my tears had dried up.

The worst thing about being kidnapped, placed in an underground room and chained to the wall like a dog was the silence. There was no one to talk to, no sounds at all except the sounds I made on the occasions that I cried. I had not even been told why I was here.

In this hellhole, there was no way of knowing night from day. All hours of the day looked the same. Although judging by the long, long hours I had spent here, I figured I had been kidnapped for days already. Exactly how many days I had no way of knowing.

And then I thought of Dimitri. The thought of him brought fresh tears to my eyes. I wondered how he was faring now. No doubt he would be worried sick about me and our baby. Maybe he would think I had r