Damien's POV
Days continued to pass in the dim room, each one marked by a routine between Morgan and me.
I couldn't tell how many days had passed, completely disoriented since the pits. I could feel myself slowly going crazy. The lack of sunlight and physical activity was draining my body on top of the increasing amount of blood that Morgan would draw every day. The blood was not properly replaced by the single cup of water she offered with my single meal.
The small corner of the room had become my world, serving as my place to sleep, eat the meager rations they provided, and relieve myself, all under the ever-watchful eye of Morgan. I had tried to test the strength of the chains, but with my withering body, they were too strong. Making a run for it was not an option.
The king had not
