CHAPTER 77: COLD SHOWER

FREYA'S POV:

Time has passed and yet, the concept of time itself evades.

I don't even have like a chalk or something to write the number of days I've been here. Even if I did, I don't know when day or night is.

All I know is the endlessness that consumes me. The stillness and nothingness, the quietness around that draws me closer and closer to madness.

Yeah, there's food once in a while but it's shit, and the good stuff only seems to come with Lucas' occasional ...