Natasha POV
I stopped walking and I slowly turned around, staring at my bed as I remembered the prisoner I met yesterday.
Bastien.
I glanced at my bed, contemplating on if I should do what was on my mind or not. I could get in trouble if anyone finds out that I've been secretly going to the dungeon and talking to a prisoner.
There was nothing else I could do right now and that man was making me feel this strange curiousity.
I walked on my bed and bent down, grabbing the bed and pulling it away from the trap door.
I sighed and I pulled open the trap door. I stood up straight, sighing again and I walked back to the stool where I placed the tray of food.
I grabbed the tray of food and I climbed into the stairs. I slowly climbed down the dark flight of stairs so I wouldn
