~Sienna~

The passage of time has become a cruel joke. In this windowless, damp room, the seconds stretch into hours and the hours feel like years. I lie on the creaking bed, my body aching from being bound in the same position for so long. I don't know if it’s morning or night. I don't know if the sun is shining out there or if the moon is watching over this place. The only thing I know is the hollow, gnawing hunger in my stomach and the terrifying silence that feels like it’s pressing the ...