Mia's POV
My lips are dry and are beginning to c***k painfully. I try to lick my lips to moisten them but even my tongue is dry. I can't remember the last time I had food or water. Time is passing too slowly, or too quickly. It is hard to tell down here in the cellar. Each time Alpha Richard or the rogue comes down to see me, I am met with a barrage of questions and beatings. The days and nights are all starting to blur together.
Alpha Richard has refused to release me from the chair. Blood, vomit, and urine have made my once beautiful green evening gown stiff. The dress crinkles loudly as I try to move my legs but the silver wire around my ankles bites into my skin. If I wasn't so dehydrated, tears would be falling from my eyes.
I spend most of my time praying to the Moon Godde
