Chapter 127

Alexa’s POV

I reclined my head back wards when I was done with it. Thinking of what I had just read. I love to ponder on the stories I read, placing myself in the shoes of the character and seeing how much I can survive and how much wiser I would be in making choices. As for this story, there was no so much to think on save for the crazy fact that the mirror was not even magical to begin with.

The old hag must have been very smart to do what she did. This just showed that our emotions could be subject to psychological manipulation. I smiled at my vocabulary as I analysed the story. I almost forgot my predicaments, that I was bound here without any means of escape. Hoping to even forget it completely, I picked up the book again, flipping through its unequal pages to find myself another story:

NOT A WORD

Eder Serkin sits in his room, his hands tied behind his back and his eyes bond shut. He has been this way for over a day now but the urge to visit the