Chapter Eighteen

Sleeping peacefully on my worn-out bed, I was cradling the clothes that I curled up in the form of a pillow to my chest.

The sun was blazing through the small opening on the wall of my room causing me to stir.

Naturally, waking up early was a normal routine for me because as a slave, the pack needs to be kept neat each time and the people dwelling on it equally need to be fed.

"Urgh!" I groan when the first beam of light hits my face, blurring my vision.

Pushing off the clothes that I used in the form of a pillow, I tiredly sat up while rubbing my eyes.

"Why is it so early?" I mumbled as I pushed away the little fabric that I used to clad myself at night.

I sat upright as I used my hand to hold my throbbing head.

"Another day to experience another endless torture," I murmured before slithering out of my bed and walking toward the bathroom.

I pulled the broken bathroom door open causing a cracking sound to erupt from it. I stride inside.

If not for the help of the dim light that use