16: Life in white room

Elaine’s POV

After finishing my meager breakfast, I leaned back against the cool stone wall, the remnants of the meal still lingering on my lips. Damon, the guard who had brought me the food, had left, leaving me once again alone in the small, stark room.

With a heavy sigh, I let my thoughts wander, the weight of my circumstances bearing down upon me like a leaden shroud. The events of the past days swirled tumultuously in my mind, a maelstrom of confusion and uncertainty.

I traced the lines of the patterned tiles beneath me with weary eyes, the monotony of the floor offering little solace in the face of my mounting troubles. Each passing moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, the silence of the room echoing with the weight of my solitude.

Lost in my own thoughts, I allowed myself a moment of respite, the quiet stillness of the chamber enveloping me like a comforting embrace. But even in the tranquility of the moment, the specter of my uncertain future loomed large, casting a pall ov