Faceless enemy

Amara’s Pov

I have lost count of the days I have been here, I had no idea where I was, all I know is that there is a small tiny hole up in the ceiling that helps with oxygen and also helps me tell the difference between day and night. Someone dressed in a black robe comes by with food, three times a day. The richness and quality of the food they bring for me made me understand that whoever is keeping me hostage doesn't want me to die but has another motive for me. I wondered why he/she will not reveal themselves to me.I have cried my eyes out. My lips and skin are beginning to dry up. My wrists are beginning to ache from being pressed into the concrete. I've begun to feel numb. It seems like such an insignificant thing, yet it makes me realize how much time has passed since the last time I saw anyone else than the two guards,whose face I can’t see. They wouldn’t even talk to me. I just hope Dylan and the rest of the pack members are okay. I pray they find me soon.

The banging o