One night passed.
That night, nothing happened, only the feeling of hunger intensified, and she felt even more lethargic.
She suddenly somewhat understood, it wasn't that these people didn't want to escape, but they simply didn't have the strength to.
To simply survive was already a luxury.
Savanna Windsor divided a custard pie into thirteen pieces, with the largest piece for her.
She didn't want to be favored, but Savanna Windsor would always place it at her lips, unmoved by whatever she said.
Besides, she was really very hungry, the aroma of the custard pie wafted into her nose, disrupting her sanity.
After holding out for an hour, she still ended up eating that piece of custard pie in one bite.
When she swallowed it down, she felt it was the most delicious food she'd ever tasted, as if nothing could taste better.
The vehicle still hadn't moved today. Though she found it odd, she hadn't given up persuading Savanna Windsor to unbind her.
