The shirt that she had ‘borrowed’ from the closet in her room was falling way below her thighs, almost touching her knees. The maroon color of the crisp shirt against her milky white skin was contrasting and highlighting her beauty even more.
While lost in her own thoughts, she walked inside the kitchen and quickly made one sandwich. And then another. Hunger was literally making her faint.
While munching on her third sandwich she started walking around the place. While the devil was lost somewhere in the scary palace, she might as well take a look at her surroundings, and try to find a way out.
There was nothing there to see actually. The place was so empty that it was even devoid of most of the furniture. The room that she was sleeping in felt like a place from another planet because
