LENA
For days, I stayed in that dungeon, with barely any food and water. I was fed once a day, and it was only a bowl of rice with a glass of water.
I felt like I was going crazy, and if it wasn't for the sake of my child, I would have killed myself.
However, I couldn't die. I had no idea who had plotted against me, but I told myself that I would get to the bottom of this.
I would get my revenge no matter what.
The dungeon was cold, and it had no windows. I had no idea how much time had passed since I was trapped here, however, one day, the gate was finally opened, and a man roughly grabbed my arm as he pulled me out.
"What are you doing? Let go of me." I screamed.
However, no matter how hard I shouted, he didn't pay attention to me.
He just continued to pull me out of the
