Lia

WYATT

It had been a week since I locked Kacela in the dungeon. I went down to see her every day, trying to talk some sense into her. She refused to see reason and I was becoming more frustrated, especially since every contact I had with her just strengthened the bond between us. I was feeling her pain more and more.

“Do you not feel what I’m feeling?” I asked her. I was looking through the bars at her. She was on the ground, doing push-ups. She looked up at me, glaring but not answering.

I watched her, trying to decide what I was going to do with her. I had found out from the guards that she spent most of her day exercising in some form or another. I knew it was because of how chilly I kept the dungeon. Exercising and moving kept her warm. I could feel that the nights were very cold for her, but she refused to ask the guards for a blanket.

I looked around the cell. She was given a bucket of water every day along with soap and a rough towel. It looked like she attempted t