Kiara wasn’t sure how long it has been; days...weeks? But she knew it couldn’t be a month. Nobody came to see her and she was worried sick. She didn’t know if Zique was dead or alive and because of that peace was never by her side.

At night, she barely slept and whenever she did, it was her tears and quiet sobs that lulled her to sleep. Gabe and Damion were practically non-existent in her world, not once had she even picked up their scents; heartless. They really didn’t care one bit about her. All those smiles and those pretty words were fake and as the realization sunk in day by day, Kiara felt even lonelier in a prison that withheld so many people.

This place was even worst than the dungeons, it smelled rotten, and it was noisy even at night. The bars were rusty and darkened her hands whenever she touched them, and the people down here seemed viscous and nonsensical.

There was this one man next door who’d lick the rusty cells every time he looked at her and another who’d grab the f