VASILLA ◇
"Bread and water." The guard pushed a plate and litter bowl into the cell.
I glanced at the litter bowls and scoffed. If these bowls are used to serve dogs, they would definitely refuse to eat. Aside from the dirty bowls and how littered it looked, the food looked as if it was beggars begging for food.
"Eat!" Another guard hissed at me. I glared at him irritatingly. He shouldn't worsen my already dampened mood. It wasn't a threat but he wouldn't want to try it.
I looked at the bowls again and kicked it away. "Feed it to your dogs." The bowels had turned upside down, the stench from the food enveloping the atmosphere. The food must have lasted about two or three days from leftovers and they expect me to eat that?
I kicked the water away too. Even if I have to starve to deat
