“Damon!” I called out,” Damon please!” He ignored me and walked away, how body disappearing into the dark until I could no longer see him.
If there was any part of me that even felt a slither of emotion for him, it was completely wiped away and replaced with hate.
Damon didn’t come back. Instead, it was either a guard or a maid that came down to give me a tray of food and water every couple of hours.
The only way I was able to keep track of the days was the amount of trays I was given.
I knew that they gave me three trays a day and so far I was on tray number 5.
I knew that that meant I had been down here for about two days but it felt longer. Every second dragged by and I found myself losing track of my thoughts, getting distracted by the the constant dripping of the water on the roo
