Oliva I POV.

I was starving and my only focus was the food places on the ground.

" I'm going to undo the rope on your hand, think twice before doing anything stupid. " he warned, and I nodded. He went behind me, losing the ropes that bound my hands to the chair, I looked down on my bruised wrist which had purple and red marks on it and I winced in pain. Dickson placed the plate on my lap and I hurriedly ate despite the pain I felt on my wrist.

I kept on stuffing my mouth with the food, no matter how disgusting it tasted, I could feel...