I was still there in the cell, sitting in the same cold, hard corner where I had spent the entire night. My body was stiff from the position, my stomach hollow with hunger. The silence of the dungeon had become familiar, almost comforting — until the heavy iron door creaked open again.
I didn’t bother to look up. I didn’t care who it was. Whoever it was couldn’t possibly bring anything that mattered.
But then, I heard her voice.
“Emily… this is your food. You’re not allowed to eat until tomorrow, but… I brought this secretly. No one knows.”
It was Valentina.
For a second, I almost laughed — what was the point?
Why would I eat, knowing I was going to die?
Even her voice disgusted me. She stood there pretending to care, but where had that concern been when I needed it the most? She kn
