87- Not Spare You

Lola’s POV:

I was lying there on the cold floor of the cell and was still dazed and weak. My whole body was shackled with silver chains.

Daily a royal doctor used to visit me to inject a certain amount of wolf’s bane so that I would not mind link anyone for help.

I groaned as if I was slowly waking up from a deep sleep. My senses started alerting when I heard the heavy footsteps of the guard echoing through the dungeon.

I knew why they were coming here. It was mealtime, the only time I was allowed to see a being in my cell. One of them used to help me visit the toilet which consisted of a small seat in the corner without any wall or a barrier. I quickly shut my eyes when the door creaked open making my heartbeat accelerate.

I braced myself for any unexpected action. It could be banging up a ceramic plate on my head or kicking my stomach hard.

“Hey, you awake?” The guard's voice sliced through the stale air, “Or are you just pretending to be dead again?”

I remained silent, refusing to