Chapter 7

LEONA’S POV

Morning has come. I heard the main door open and hoped its food or water. But it was the guard. They pulled me out and tied my hands to the pole. Victoria came in with evil eyes. She whips me. After getting tired, she would order the guards to beat me.

“Cage her,” she said, content with what she did.

After two days of beating and starving, I plead to the guard to end my life. To end my agony.

“I’m sorry,” the guard turned away.

I thought I was stronger now, but my wounds didn’t heal, and my skin burned. Hunger, thirst, and the beating go on for days. Every whip made my skin shiver; I peed on myself countlessly. Even fell to my knees, but nothing could stop Victoria.

My pain is her happiness.

I haven’t seen my Mama and Papa. I’m sure they forbid them to see me so is Ellen. Before, I prayed for my mate to rescue me, to claim me; now, I prayed for my death.

Metal clicks. I know it’s the key to the main door. Could be Victoria again. If she beats me again tonight, I hope she’l