Zerina’s POV
I couldn't tell when it was day or night but according to my calculations, I've spent two nights in this room. Two traumatizing nights of tears, exhaustion and terror. My bones ached from curling up on the cold, unforgiving floor. My skin bruised, stiff beneath my torn, filthy red dress. My favourite dress now turned to rag.
My stomach growled with a hunger that's almost unbearable. It's like a constant, gnawing ache that refuses to subside. My mouth feels like the Sahara desert. Every time I think about water, my throat constricts and I feel the need to cry.
But it's not the physical discomfort that's getting to me—its the emotional toll. I felt weak, vulnerable and helpless. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I think about the simplest things, like taking a warm
