Chapter 7: Filthy Guards

Zoya's POV

Just as he commanded, his followers obeyed him and I was locked in the dungeon.

I couldn't remember how long I had stayed but the fact that the guards had changed more than four to five times made me realize that it was getting to two days or more since I was locked in the dungeon.

What does this beast want from me? Did he just want to turn my life into something horrible in the end?

I was deep in thought when I heard rustling sound from my corner, I turned and found a strange looking lady with unkempt long white hair and looking so malnourished.

At first, I almost gasped at her sight because she looked like a ghost before taking a calm look at her.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked the woman, giving her a long cryptic look.

Like, what was an old woman doing in prison?

"My identity doesn't matter." She dragged her words like one who was struggling to speak.