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Chapter 22: Where's My Mate?
Leila’s POV: They’re true to their word after that first day. It’s been weeks now, and I don’t think I’ve properly seen the sun since they trapped me in those barbarically cruel animal traps and dragged me down here. Dragged me down here to die. Slowly. Alone. I don’t know how long I’ll last if they keep this up. I’ve already lost so much weight that to call me skin and bones would be being kind to me, since I probably look like a walking corpse with my pale skin and lifeless expression. They don’t feed me. I wasn’t surprised by that, since they didn’t feed me before this. But now? Now they just keep me here and throw in a small bottle of water once every three days. Just enough to keep me alive for their torture and to be used as their b***h. Slave. w***e. Whatever they wanted of me. Th
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