Milena~
Food looks forbidden, and wine tastes like poison. I never imagined a day would come when I would hate the meal presented before me. I watched it like a performer displaying at an event.
My throat stings from dryness. Stomach empty, yet I crave nothing. I sway from weakness, unable to sit upright. This is the fourth time I have tried sitting since Dragomir dragged me into his quarters.
Still, I failed.
The first time I struggled to put my strength together because a strong ache held me back. Shackles around my wrists and ankles burned deep into my skin, reminding me of my despair.
The Ryders have destroyed and punished me so much; nevertheless, I have no idea of my crime. As much as I don’t desire a man, I didn't reject the first grandson of the Ryders.
I only avoided shift
