*Daphne*
The minutes passed like hours, and the hours passed like days. Rion had stopped coming to see me, except to slide a meal under the door at intervals. Every time the slot opened, I stuck my face down to the floor to beg Rion to let me go, to talk to me, at least.
But Rion was unmoved. When I caught glimpses of his face, I could see the conflict in his eyes, but then resolve overtook him and he simply glared at me, slamming the slot shut and stomping away.
Eva, however, had been more than happy to come and explain my “role" in all of this… repeatedly, for her own twisted pleasure.
“I'll bet you thought you had my brother," she cackled through the sliding peephole at the top of the door a few hours–or had it only been minutes–after Rion brought me a meal. “But he's mine, not your
