Juliana POV

The prison was a dank dungeon devoid of illumination except for the swinging light bulb from the torture closet. Before this experience, I had learned to treasure luminosity. Without it, I felt like a plant starved from my source of food. And just like that plant, I was wilting under the deplorable conditions I was forced into.   

Being locked in the basement as a child, then again with the rogues, and now here, these warriors were triggering me into an elevated ...