Fifty seven

GIGI’S POV

I watched my soul leaving out of my body.

It had been a while I had been locked up here, without food nor water. I couldn’t give a specific count on days, it was a dim lighted room, which I could barely see through.

I had no good idea on what was happening in the pack.

My body sensed an image, sitting not too far from me. It was hard for me to mention if it was a male or a female, talk-more of been young or old.

“Hello, are you there?” I asked, waiting for a quick response.

I found it hard to shift my head, my body had been tied to the chair.

There was a great silence.

The image wasn’t speaking up. A great fear ran through my mind. Is the person dead ?

My heart pondered.

“Please…..can you hear me.” I raised my voice in a higher pitch.

The image refused to speak up. The scene sent more fear to my body. Does this mean, I would also rot here dead?

My heart dropped to my feet with my eyes brimming with tears, which fell profusely across my cheeks.

All hopes seems lost.

I was a