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EPISODE 18
FRANCESCA's POV My brain was scrambling like eggs, the fact that I was locked up with everything that was going on was a little torture chamber of its own. He had come to me last night with news of my uncle’s betrayal and it only further permeated the sinking feeling of despair as I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had no idea how much time had passed but my eyes remained closed and my stomach grumbled in protest of lack of food. It has been three days since I was kidnapped by the bastard and two days since I had had any meal. Did he not think I needed to eat? Or was this also part of the torture. I wanted to pee and I wanted to freshen up because I could already smell myself and it wasn’t a nice smell I felt very lightheaded and so I tried to some meditation not sure
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