ARIA'S POV:
As the sun crept into the dungeon through the six-inch windows, down to the cell where I was, a new day of torture came into the limelight.
I felt like all my strength had been drained out. The previous day, I had to weed with my bare hands, and when it looked like I was lagging behind, that useless guard would hit me and make sure that I kept up with the pace.
Most of the time, I had fallen, and now my body was a canvas of injuries. My entire body was on fire, and I had not eaten anything for the two days I had been here.
"Good morning." A voice said,.
I immediately knew who was speaking to me. 'It'. I had made up my mind to call the guard that hates me, which I also hated, 'it'. I did not care about finding his name. What good would that be to me?
He pushed a tray of f
