THIRTY FOUR – HATRED

MIRA

It's been hours. Or has it been days? But I have been in this dark, musky room for a really long time now.

Fortunately, the mystery woman's goons stayed away after she ordered them to leave me alone. I had thought they would'nt listen. That they would pounce on me the moment she was gone.

I guess I was wrong.

She never came back after that day. The mystery woman, I mean.

Why am I still here? Why hasn't Mason come for me yet?

I lie there, exhausted and throbbing from all my wounds. If I do not get access to medical facilities soon, they might get infected.

The door clangs as one of the men make an entrance, bearing food and water. I have rejected all the meals they've brought so far, only surviving on water.

"What time is it, please?" I ask.

My throat is scratchy and sore. At this rate, I might not survive another hour in this place.

He drops the plate and pitcher of water.

"You are not entitled to ask for anything, bitch."

Then he walks out slamming the door behind him.

I sit in