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Left alone, Boma's heart weighed heavy with despair.

She sank onto the bed, the silence of the room echoing the turmoil within her.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she awaited Donovan's return, her mind plagued by uncertainty and fear.

When Donovan reappeared, his presence only served to intensify the tension in the room. He handed her phone back to her without a word, his stoic demeanor offering no solace.

"Thank you," Boma said softly, glad to have her phone back.

Donovan nodded curtly, his expression unreadable as he turned to leave.

As the door closed behind him, Boma's sense of isolation deepened. She glanced at her phone, the screen offering no escape from the suffocating reality of her situation.

Alone once more, Boma remained in the room as night descended, the hunger in her stomach a cruel reminder of her captivity.

A knock at the door interrupted the silence, and one of Donovan's henchmen entered with a tray of food.

"Queen, your dinner," he said, plac