Chalice.
Tip top… tip top… the sounds of water dripping from a dark corner of the godforsaken cell kept me awake, reminding me of the shit which was now my reality.
My stomach protested due to the insane hunger that no one seemed to care about. Because if they did care, they would've known better than to feed me with a loaf of bread and a glass of water once every day.
Mind you, I am a pregnant woman in the middle of my second trimester, and yet, they treat me like this!
I lowered my head slowly and closed my eyes, hating the foul stench of the damp walls and the equally wet floors. The smell made me slightly nauseous, but does anybody care about that?
Of course not!
"You have a guest." A guard's voice snapped me out of my reverie, causing me to raise my head up a little too quickly. The motion made my head spin but I quickly recovered and frowned.
Frowned because I do not have guests. I never had.
