***Ivy’s POV***
I had been locked in the attic for over a week now. I had lost count of the days. They shoved disgusting food through a slot near the floor in the door, and I had to use a bucket in the corner for a bathroom. The smell was terrible, and it had only been changed twice since I was put in here. I hadn’t had a shower since the day of the botched takeover, and I felt scummy. This prison was unbearable, and now I wish I had just let them take me to the Pit. At least there they would have adhered to the basic rules and rights of the prisoners. Here, they were just waiting for me to die but keeping me alive just enough that demon could suck my life force from me.
I heard the door knob rattle and the sound of keys unlocking the bolt. I didn’t bother turning over from the wall on
