Facing death with dignity

Alina

I emptied my insides into the bucket placed next to me. Sighing, I flopped my head back against the cold wall and leaned my back on it.

My chest heaved rapidly and heavily with sweat coating my forehead and temples. This was the fifth time I was vomiting just this morning.

I hadn't spent an entire day in this cold cellar yet I was already feeling so irritated by the conditions of the cellar.

I couldn't sleep last night. I cried my eyes out, my cries resonating through the walls of the cellar and bouncing back at me.

Nobody bothered to check on me, but instead they all enjoyed hearing my dying wails.

To Dante and his capos, I was nothing but a traitor and an enemy.

They no longer saw me as Mrs Morelli but now as Alina Fedorov, the daughter of the enemy.

I could barely speak any more and my body itched me badly.

Rodents ran past my legs at intervals, giving me a fright every now and then.

Everything still felt like a horrible nightmare to me--a horrible nightmare tha