CHAPTER 93

Tanya's Pov

For the next couple of days, I was bored and scared. I felt like the longer I stayed in the little cell of a room they locked me in, the more I would lose a piece of my mind. I was already feeling like I was going a bit insane.

The man had not been courteous enough to give me a good enough room. Hell, he did not even let me stay in the room where we had had the not-so-pleasant conversation that led to the whole thing in the first place. No, he moved me into a smaller room, one that was dark and murky. 'Gloomy,' he had called it with a smile on his face before he left me to suffer and rot.

It had high windows and damp floors. The walls were black and made of some disgusting material. I knew all that from when I could get a bright light to see by. The room was dark and foreboding, accentuating my torture. The door was only opened about twice a day to feed me. It was enough to tell that I was being malnourished, along with all the other things that contributed to my