HAZEL
I didn’t know how long I’d been in this hellhole.
There were no windows, no drop of sunlight, and no clocks, just silence and a creepy dim light that flickered over my head. It was what I envisioned hell to be like; a dark, timeless, and hopeless prison.
Pissed at my father for using me as a bargaining chip, I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, wondering how I could repay him in equal folds for ruining my life.
But nothing came to mind.
How could I even form a coherent thought when I hadn’t eaten since I’d been locked up?
The first food tray they shoved through the door went untouched. And so would several others. I had no intention of ever eating anything he gave me. Besides, I didn’t need to eat to ruin that bastard.
Just as I was imagining ways to ruin him,
