Davina's POV
I drifted in and out of consciousness. And by the time I finally woke up, I realized that I was locked in. Maybe he truly feared that I could escape this time.
I stayed in the floor, my body itching from blood and dirt and bruises. My stomach was churning with hunger, and the little water that Cynthia gave me had done all it could. I needed more.
Hours passed. And nobody came.
More hours. Until night fell.
Thankfully, there were windows here, and I could roughly tell what the time was.
Morning came again, making it the third day that I had been here. I still didn't anything from anyone. Cynthia also didn't come sneaking to my door. I had no idea if she took my advice this time and stayed in her room, or Kane took her somewhere else to punish her? What if he still killed
