Thirty -nine

Sona's pov

"Wait! ...When will I be released?" I asked desperately, clutching the cell bar with my hands. They both turned back at once.

"That's left for the Alpha to decide," they chorused. They looked surprised at each other. "We will be back tomorrow," one of them said. They hurriedly walked away.

I looked around the small room. The rotten smell almost made me throw up. I bring my knees up to my chest looking at the dirty excuse of a toilet. A rough, hard blanket was placed on the floor. I knew it was a bed for me to lie in.

I won't have attempted to run away; I sobbed. My face was still buried on my knees. I was just some steps away from my freedom before that son of a bish decided to show up from the middle of nowhere. I buried my face on my knees and curled myself into a ball.

I waited until midday, yet no food came. It was useless to cry. The place was so deserted that no human or animal was passing by. I laid down on the rough blanket. My face was toward the sky. My hands we