EIRA’S POV
Time meant nothing when you were confined to a room.
On the first day, I tried counting the hours by the way light shifted through the narrow window that was nearly the ceiling, but it wasn’t always accurate. Sometimes the light stayed too dim, or sometimes the darkness would swallow the room without warning. I couldn’t tell if it was day and night. Worse of all, I didn’t know how long I had been trapped here.
All I knew and could feel was ginger and thirst.
They gnawed at me from within. Hunger brought a different kind of pain I had never experienced in my life. It was a sharp pain, stirring in my stomach until it was hot and excruciating. It left me weak and unable to move. The thirst gnawed at my tongue and my lips were cracked no matter how much I tried to lick them.
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