Emma's POV
I forced my eyes open after sleeping for what seemed like hours. I just didn't know how long or how many days I might have been sleeping, but I believe it has been quite long.
My stomach groaned as a result of the lack of food, but I sighed and kept lying tiredly on the ground. I've been surviving here with the help of the rainwater, those little drops that manage to trickle down from the ceiling window. It's tough but I am trying my best to make it through.
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, feeling the sharp pain shooting through my stomach. It was unbearable, but I refused to give up. It felt like they wanted me to suffer and starve to death.
And as I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly caught the sound of footsteps approaching the prison room where I was
