Chapter 11 I Love You Anya

Anya de Luna's POV

I think it’s been two weeks since we were kidnapped.

The only way we keep track of time is when we’re allowed to go to the restrooms. But the days are blurring together.

I don’t get hungry anymore, and it’s hard to eat the little food they give us. I always give three-quarters of mine to Xander. He needs it more than me.

Because of our situation, I don’t process things the way I would typically do. My survival instinct is stuck in overdrive, and honestly, it feels like a lifetime has passed since Xander and I were forced to have sex.

My pinky nail is starting to grow back, but Xander said it will take around eight months to grow out fully.

The cut on his forearm is almost completely healed, but the stab wound is taking a little longer. At least it didn’t damage any nerves, and he can move all his fingers.

Instead of letting the trauma overwhelm me, I’m more worried because my period is due in a week. Or maybe it’s just a couple of days. I can’t tell.

I’ve heard some