Fiona’s POV.
Only the goddess knew how long I’d been in here.
I’d stopped bothering to track the damn time when the overwhelming smell of vomit and blood had caused me to throw up the little food left in my stomach. I usually wasn’t this weak stomached but I knew whose cell this was, I knew whose blood stained the wall and whose vomit was on the ground. Merely remembering what he had gone through in here had made my stomach roll, and caused vomit to nearly fly out my mouth.
In the few hours I’d been here though, neither Giovanna nor her asshole sidekicks had come here to mock me or insult me as as I’d expected they’d do. No the bulky man had merely thrown me in the cell, cackled when I’d tried futilely to slip out before he could shut the door then strode away before I could cuss him ou
