Chapter 117

HILLARY'S POV

Eight days. Eight days, eleven hours.

Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.

Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.

Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.

I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.

I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.

Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working