Chapter 14

It was the second day of my punishment. I was weak; my body needed food. My stomach hurt, and I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t even have the strength to cry out; I could only whimper. This was the worst thing anyone could ever do to a person. This was inhumane; this was wicked. It was even my fault that the girl had come in. It was true that I was to blame for letting her in, but how would I have known? I had initially thought about the possibility that he might’ve sent her. How else could she have known how to find me specifically? The way she’d come proved that she knew where she was going and what—or rather, who—she was looking for. But then, this whole nemesis and unwarranted punishment would have been avoided if only she had agreed and left when I’d told her to, but she’d insisted. For what? To be friends and tell stories about myself? That sounded like a very strange reason. What was that look on her face when I asked her to introduce herself? The sudden disappearance of a mile-w