Penelope’s POV

The days in the dungeon seemed endless. I can't tell day from night. Time stopped flowing. All I could do was to be in a daze.

This changed when I saw a newspaper under Mike's arm as he brought me a meal from one of the guards on his shift. I asked him if he could bring me a copy of the day's newspaper every day.

He agreed. So, I can read the newspaper every day to kill time, and sometimes I can read all the contents of the newspaper several times.

It's Mike's shift again.

There was no doubt that Mike was a complete hypocrite, and ever...