Sandy's POV
Time dragged on endlessly, each minute stretching like a cruel eternity.
I remained pressed against the cold stone wall in the corner, my body trembling with both defiance and growing weakness. The hunger clawed at my stomach relentlessly, but I refused to surrender to it.
Every few hours, the same silent man would enter with a fresh tray of food, removing the untouched previous one without a word or glance in my direction. His routine never varied, and neither did my resolve.
I would not eat their food. I would not accept anything from my captors.
The luxurious prison they had trapped me in mocked my situation. The massive bed dominated the space with its pristine white sheets that looked impossibly soft. Rich carpeting cushioned my bare feet, yet every texture felt like another bar in my cage.
No wardrobe graced the walls. No clothing waited for me. Nothing existed here to make me feel human rather than a captive animal.
