Katlyn's tears welled in the room's four corners, and the blindfold covering her face was wet. Her hand was tied at the back of the chair, including her arms at the foot of the bench. Scream was impossible because of how linked the piece of cloth wrapped in her mouth. Hearing only the muffled sound on her. How long has she not eaten? It was almost day--no two.
Her stomach was boiling. Moreover, she was not used to not eating a meal while her mind thought of escaping. Will her father come to save her, including her mother, whom they consistently accomplish when she requires them? They will, for they won't let their only daughter in harm. She was waiting but gradually losing hope as the hours turned into days. If only she could use her dimensional magic, she would have done it, but how? Som
