JADE POV

It's been three days. Three days of absolute torture. My stomach grumbled where I lay and I knew that by the time the stipulated time was up, I'd be so weak, I wouldn't be able to fight or defend myself.

Dearil was a son of a bitch and he was all I could think about as the days rolled by. He'd come into my room just as he said he would. He would seat across from me and then we'll just stare at each other. He became devious the next day because he brought a mouth-watering piece of steak with him and then proceeded to eat them in...