Khalia POV
I'm so pissed. Locked in this room without my consent, forced to stay inside. Stinky-ass room.
Sure, it's big, better than my apartment, but that doesn't mean I'm enjoying being imprisoned like this.
In a different scenario, I might be having the best time of my life. But not now.
If this were some fantasy, I'd enjoy such a great room, maids bringing good meals - which I did have a few times, or else I'd be starving.
And a handsome guy like this man standing here, as I just challenged him that I'd eat food over my dead body.
I'd be enjoying it in a dream, not in reality. I'm kidnapped and locked up, a scary situation.
So today, I started this hunger strike. Now I can't just sit around so long. I need to force my way out, as it doesn't seem like I'm getting out any sooner
