30

30

Kaya’s POV.

How long has it been since I’ve been locked in this cell?

I have no idea.

All through last night, I was barging at the door, wishing that anyone would come, but no one did.

They don’t care about me, which is understandable at this point, but is it necessary that they also starve me? I mean, I have come to the conclusion that the triplets won’t kill me, but feed me at least.

Presently, I sit on the cold floor, inhaling the stench of this trench. The nasty smell and quiescent nature are now normal to me, and being here for a while has cramped my limbs to the point that I don’t feel them anymore.

The linings in my stomach wrench from time to time, growling for food.

My hair is stuck to my face, and I don’t even have the energy to pick it behind my ears. I feel chaffy, a good-for-nothing, created by mistake and forgotten by my own creator.

In the course of this effect, I can barely still feel the pains around my broken skin, my mind shattered and broken at last by