ARIA

Ray sends a few guards to drag me downstairs and back to my room.

I'm starving. There's an emptiness in my stomach that gives me sharp pangs every once in a while. I try not to think about it because even if I wanted to eat, I wouldn't be able to. Like the last time.

Nobody comes for me, and it's something I've grown to be thankful for. When I'm alone, I have nothing to worry about. I'm in pain, but not mental agony, and I don't have to worry about getting hurt.

These are the small ...