Chapter 106

Freya’s POV

Once I’m dressed, I get dragged back into my cell and tossed in before the door shuts just behind. I’m dripping wet and fucking cold in my old dirty clothes with more bruises than ever, and my eyes sting with tears as I crawl into a ball and cry pathetically.

It finally dawns on me just what I’m faced with here.

The weight of my situation I’ve constantly doubted or overlooked falls on me now, and it’s crushing and depressing.

It’s too heavy that it’s hard to breathe.

I stay folded in a ball for a long while, not knowing for how long. My wet body is already dried by the time the door beeps again and opens. Startled, I’m on my feet, scared from the possibility that the guard might decide to tease me more for her gratification after being bored.

But it’s only Lucas.

My apprehension morphs into hate.

“Hey.” He greets, dropping my meal on the table with a bottle of water.

I only get bottle water the days he comes by