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She had no choice but to sit down. She did it slowly already sniffling softly because she knew it would hurt.

Biting pain stung her bottom as she sat down. Her eyes filled with tears that began slipping down her face.

He drew out a plate, put a couple of bread slices in it, and added the omelet. Then he made tea from the hot water in the flask and set it before her.

"Start eating." He told her, a stoic expression on his face.

The others at the table were eating already. Both seemed oblivious to her plight. One of them gave her a pitiful look. Even in her state, she knew he was feeling sorry for her. He was the same guy who had opened the door while she was locked in Donovan's room.

Their eyes met for a few seconds before he shifted his eyes and focused on his food.

She picked up the bread with shaky hands. She had no appetite. She sniffled tearfully as she took a bite.

Donovan hissed impatiently, startling her. More tears flowed down her face.

"That's it." He said roughly. "I d