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Tiredness and hunger bloomed in me. However, as it was most days, the pain of my torture was too unbearable, for I couldn’t even think about eating. It wasn’t like they fed me anyway. I was lucky if I was given a bite of stale bread at times. One day, when my body wasn’t healing at all, the guards that kept an eye on me when Alpha Draven was away fed me a single spoonful of honey and two spoonfuls of water to wash it down. The sweet and sticky liquid soothed my dry and hoarse throat, yet the minute it disappeared, the dryness and pain returned.
It had been a short while since my last visit from the Alpha, which meant he was due any minute.
I had lost count of how many days I was trapped, it was hard to count when you were constantly in and out of consciousness, and wit
