Chapter 40- Dinner or death?
Imagine being trapped in a small,
pitch-dark room for 50 days
or longer.
~Unknown
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[Music recommendation: Evil Lurking Dark Ambient Terror Soundtrack by DJ RIHAYEM]
Those ocean-blue eyes glittered like seawater on a cold surface. The breeze that captivatedly swayed her dress alongside that silver hair made the view irritating to him and his eyes grew colder knowing what he made himself think was all but a thought.
Though her hair appeared unkempt, it was brushed away from her face but otherwise naturally straight. That sculptured figure was stem-thin, and her face smooth like her skin, but with a color that was quite different. A type he knew resembled that of Rowan’s.