The dungeon was a horrid place to be, especially without my friend alongside me, she made everything seem a little more bearable. But now she was gone, the Phantomhive clan seeing no use for her and soon, I believed they would see no use for me. I had been in the underground cell for days, with only the occasional glass of water and bowl of plain porridge to keep me going; even Berus hadn’t visited me. But I saw no escape, no way that I could pick the lock of the chain around my hands and feet, bound to a single bed with only a few feet of chain so I could make it to the cell door for the food and drink. Was this to be my life now? Would Silas not come for me? I hadn’t heard the prince’s voice inside my head since the day I was taken, perhaps he was too far away, or maybe he just didn’t wa
