Sera's POV:

"Why haven't you eaten anything?"

I throw a cold look at the man. The ropes wound tightly around my wrists hurt, the rough material digging into my skin with each micro movement I make.

Laid out in front of me is a table full of dishes, steaming hot, and various bottles of wine.

"I would eat, if only my hands weren't tied behind my fucking back." I spit back.

I doubt I can even stomach anything right now. But if I can grab a wine bottle and break it on his head, then I can leave this place.

"Oh!" He exclaims, his expression looking genuinely shocked. "I almost...