~Zoe~
I had no idea how long I had been locked in the cell. The only thing I could remember was that the day Niklaus dragged me here, I had slept off on the floor, my body succumbing to the stress it had gone through and more weary than usual as it was catering to two werewolves.
When I woke up, it was water being thrown at my face by someone I assumed was a guard based on the uniform that he was wearing.
So far, I had eaten three measly portions of watered-down soup and bread so strong it was a miracle I hadn’t lost a tooth. From the time between meals, I guessed that I was being fed once a day, which meant that I had been locked in for maybe three days. Every single time food was brought to me, I begged for someone to relay a message to him that I was ready to do whatever he wanted,
