Chapter Hundred-Eleven.

The metal doors clanged open and the shard of light that burst through speared Isabella's temples. She was suddenly awoken from her slumber as she hefted her back from being slouched against the wet, and gross walls.

She didn't know when she fell asleep because bound in a twenty pound chain, there was only so many comfortable positions to lay down. Her joints ached so much with an agonizing sting radiated through her left leg—the right, she couldn't quite feel.

Her hair was a mess, all tangled and falling across her smudged face with several strands even to the ground. Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten in days and she realized that the moment her feet gnashed the plates right next to her. One was filled with a lump of green puddle that scented so bad that her appetite vanished upon its sight.

There was no way she could eat that even though it had been days.

Kayla even had said the food was more likely to kill them than starvation. The two of them wallowed in the silence and unlike