Charlotte Carter’s POV
I don’t know how many days it’s been since we first got here or since Elle escaped this wretched place. I think about her every day. Her screams from their torture haunt my dreams every night.
What’s more haunting is knowing it’s my fault.
My husband is sleeping on the bed below me, but I’ve been up for hours; I can’t fall back asleep with the nightmares.
I finally decided to get up and do some exercises. I jumped down, and the power dampening chain rubbed against my bruised ankle. I winched in pain just in time for the orcs to walk in and drop food in front of me.
“Enjoy,” One of them snickered.
“f**k you,” I replied back. I’m not one to swear, but this place brought out the worst in me.
Elijah started stirring as I sat on the floor and tried to keep down t
