Laura’s POV
“f**k my life,” I muttered underneath my breath, glaring at the half-cooked morsel of rice and plain soup on my plate.
Even though I didn't want to eat the disgusting meal, I knew I had to eat it because we were only fed twice a day, and I had already skipped the first meal of that day.
Being sick in a deranged institution like this would drive me to commit suicide, and I couldn't have that.
I still needed to get my revenge on that b***h.
“Is the food too lowly for Princess Laura?” A buffoon sitting beside me grinned, showing her rotten pair of teeth.
Ignoring her, I mixed the rice with the excuse of a soup and ate it, while holding my breath because the stench of the food was pungent and nauseous.
Never in my life had I thought a day would come that I would be reduced
