Selene POV

The food sat in front of me. Untouched.

I didn’t even remember what day it was anymore. How long had I been in this room? Three days? Four? Time had lost all meaning in this beautiful cage.

The plate was beautifully arranged. Roasted chicken.Vegetables. Fresh bread that still steamed slightly.

My stomach growled. Betraying me.

But I didn’t move, I didn’t reach for the fork. Didn’t acknowledge the food’s existence.

If I ate, I was accepting this. Accepting him. ...