*Four years ago*
I didn’t know if that pain in my stomach was from hunger, the sharp ongoing ache of my sadness, or the recent beatings administered under his watchful eye.
I didn’t understand what they wanted me for. I had been here for what? Weeks? Months? And I hardly saw anyone. I was locked in a bedroom, a semi-nice one at that; why not just throw me into the dungeon and be over with it?
A sharp knock sounded, and I knew who it belonged to. I didn’t feel the fear he wanted me to. That was the problem. I felt nothing but sadness so raw it seared through any other emotion.
The first night here, I dreamed of ways to get revenge, but I knew that was far-fetched. I was alone. I was some type of prisoner, for Goddess knew what reason, and no one was coming to help me.
I couldn’t sav
