Chapter 45. Hunger

Lola found herself confined on a cold throne in a dimly lit room within Edgar’s castle, her hands bound and her spirit wavering. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant echo of dripping water. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and her parched throat cried out for a drop of water. But Edgar, determined to break her will, had devised a cruel plan to weaken her resistance.

For a day now, Lola had been denied any sustenance. The pangs of hunger were relentless, consuming her thoughts and draining her energy. She paced the small room, her steps growing weaker with each passing hour. Her lips cracked and dry, her body weak and trembling.

Edgar watched her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of satisfaction and sadistic pleasure. He knew that depriving Lola of food and water would weaken her resolve, erode her defiance, and make her more susceptible to his manipulation.

As Lola’s hunger intensified, desperation set in. She found herself longing for e