Chapter Thirty

Persephone

I hugged my knees tighter to my chest as I stared into the pitch black in front of me. Cold seeped into my toes and spread painfully through my feet. I had been sitting like that since Adrienne had flung me in hours ago. The musty odor of the dungeon made me want to empty whatever was left in my belly but I willed it to stay in for I didn't know when next I was going to be fed--if I could stomach eating in there.

I could hear whisperings and rustling from the other cells around me and liquid dripping as well--which I had no doubt was not water. The stench of urine hit my nostrils even stronger and my eyes watered. The dungeon was in a piss poor condition. Had I not been in the mood I was, I would have scowled at the bucket at the rear end of the cell, meant for me to relieve myself.