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Kaya’s POV.
Two weeks later.
The sun burns my skin, forcing me to wake up and sit up. I am on a spherical-shaped mat, placed directly on the ground, just a few centimeters from the bed.
Raising my face, I see that there’s no one there. I can only fathom a meaning: the triplets didn’t sleep in last night.
It has been two weeks since they released me from that ill-fitting dungeon, where my skin still suffers bumps from the worms in there and the insects.
Anyway, my life has moved from poor to agonizing. Every day that I wake up, I wish I did not. I wish it was death knocking into my ears to wake me up, not the sound of the triplets telling me what I must do for them that morning.
“Why?” I cry into my hands. I change my view to face the rays of the light entering the room. “Why are
