FAYE'S POV
I had no idea how much time had passed or what had been happening outside. The endless torment had stripped me of all my senses.
In this nightmarish place where even death seemed unattainable, sleep was my only solace.
The venomous maids seemed to vent their frustrations on me. Today, they mentioned someone going missing, possibly the work of someone from The New Arctic Pack, my former home. Naturally, they intensified their torment. Tomorrow, they might claim that another person had disappeared.
And then today arrived. Their faces were filled with immense anger, and the torture they subjected me to became even more cruel than before.
They informed me that the bodies of the missing individuals had been found and that they were all dead.
As a result, all their anger was directed towards me as if I were responsible for their deaths.
How absurd!