Chapter 239. I’m in Hell

Chantel Raven

The door opens, and light pours in. I'm curled up in the corner of the room. My knees are drawn up to my chest, and my arms are securely wrapped around my body.

It's quite chilly here, particularly at night.

I have been counting the days. Four days. Ninety-six hours. 345,600 seconds. 345,601, 345,602, 345,603, 345,604—

"I've brought you your favorites," Damon forcefully interrupts me, setting a tray of food beside me.

"I—" He senses my voice breaking, but I play it off. "I am not hungry."

Damon sighs and crouches in front of me. "You should eat. You must take care of yourself."

"As if you care?" I sneer.

"I do. More than anything else in the world." He pauses, staring into my eyes.

"So why am I trapped in here?" I plead for compassion, looking into his large, lifeless eyes.

"Baby, you cannot play me."

"I a