Chapter 52: Fervent

I lost complete track of time.

Being locked in a cage wasn't at all what I expected it to be. Time seemed to be frozen in time, especially considering I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. Everything was the same, and my dread only grew.

I couldn’t help but look at the dead man on the cage next to mine and wonder how long he’d been there. He honestly looked to be about a hundred years and every time I looked at him I got the creeps because I imagined myself in his place, starving and rotting here.

Nobody came for me. I didn’t receive any information. Then again, I didn’t expect them to. They wanted me to be afraid and terrified. This was awful. I didn’t even know if I had it in me to hope anymore but for some reason, I wasn’t despairing. I felt dead on the inside, which I supposed was different from being calm.

Maybe this was how one felt when they were sentenced to death.

This was a death sentence, after all.

My thoughts were all over the place. Not being able to stand a