Chapter 47

Maeve pov

every time I sat on the floor to think about my current situation I would wonder if I was in a dream some kind of twisted nightmare that I didn't see l how to wake up from.

Then I would dutifully pluck a piece of my skin with my fingers and the Sting of pain would remind me that this was reality a bitter painful reality that didn't care about my emotions or if I was suffering at all in fact I think it released those moments when I felt like pulling out every strand of hair on my head and screaming till my lungs could bear no more.

I was looking at the plate of food that has been presented to me the next day early in the morning once again it looks as if the maid was doing everything in her possible best to make sure that she didn't throw it in my face and if that was not enough to kill my appetite then really nothing was at all but it was and I was just staring at the plate of food as if somebody had already eaten it and thrown it up for me to consume but I wouldn't be s