Inhuman torture

Alina

A deep and gruff sigh escaped my broken lips the moment I felt a discomfort in my stomach. Sitting up straight, I pushed myself of the cold ground of the cellar and rested my back on its cold walls.

I don't even know how I had been surviving in here up till now, trapped in a muddy cold cellar with barely any light, rodents always running past my legs with just a bucket to pee and vomit.

It's been three days already and I am barely surviving here.

I am being fed with dried bread crumbs and little water.

Was this what my life had become?

Dante never came to check on me, not even for a single minute did I hear his rich voice resonating through the walls of the cellar.

The only person who came was Enzo and ever since that day, I had not set my frail eyes upon him again.

I greatly missed his company. I was all alone in this battle but his presence encouraged me.

Something bad is going to happen to me, my life was hanging on the balance I stood awake in fear of Dante killing