Amanda Fire in jail

For weeks, Amanda had been imprisoned; her diet was bread and water, just like any other prisoner there. Behind bars, no one was better than anyone else; all were thieves, murderers, and traitors. Her title as a concubine meant nothing anymore.

"I need something to eat! You're starving a pregnant woman! You monsters!" She shouted every time the guards passed.

Her hair was tangled and stiff with how matted it was; her clothes and body were dirty, and the place was fetid and rotten. There was only a tiny chair in the corner and a cloth on the floor for the wolf to sleep on, nothing...