Rhea's POV 

My vision blurred as I laid on the floor. I was so hungry, it felt like my blood was being drained. My lips become chapped, and my palm was cold. 

Since I was thrown here, I had only received a small portion of food twice.

I can't even tell how many days have gone by.

The hairs on my skin stood when I heard footsteps descending the steep staircase. I felt a ray of hope. 

At least I was going to get another small portion that would sustain me for a short while.

For the first time, the footsteps came closer than was expected. Normally, the person would...