Elaine’s POV The days passed, they blurred into a monotonous cycle of sleep, food, and idle conversation with Damon. Each morning, I would awaken to the same sterile surroundings, the stark white walls of my room offering no solace or reprieve from the relentless march of time. But there is always breakfast waiting. Damon's visits became the only semblance of normalcy in my isolated existence, his presence providing a fleeting sense of companionship amidst the suffocating silence of my confinement. Yet, even his attempts at conversation failed to penetrate the heavy fog of despair that hung over me like a shroud. It’s been two days since I last saw Killian and I’m sure my family don’t even care whether I am alive or not. Despite my attempts to maintain a facade of indifference, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that gripped me with each passing moment. The absence of any developments in my situation only served to heighten my anxiety, leaving me feeling increasingly po

Third person POVLeah summoned one of her trusted maids and issued a command with a steely determination in her gaze. She has been using her powers to get whatever she wanted lately and all she could say is, she loves being powerful. "Find out who prepares Elaine's meals," she instructed, her voice edged with urgency. "Bring them to me immediately."Moments later, the cook stood before Leah, a mixture of confusion and apprehension clouding her features. With a raised eyebrow, she listened as Leah outlined her directive, the implications sinking in with each word. “I need you to add a substantial amount of grapes to Elaine's meals," Leah explained, her tone laced with calculated intent. "Make it seem innocent, but ensure she consumes them."The cook hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend the motives behind Leah's request. Leah is slowly not liking the cook and she might dismiss her later for questioning her. Maids or servants aren’t supposed to q

Elaine’s POV Damon's gaze met mine, I detected a flicker of guilt shadowing his features, a subtle shift from his usual demeanour of ease and camaraderie. His shoulders look really bunched with so much tension I don’t understand. The air between us seemed heavy with unspoken words, his usual affable banter conspicuously absent in the tense silence that enveloped the chamber. I don’t like this especially not after that freaking nightmare I had. I furrowed my brow in confusion, my mind grappling to make sense of the palpable unease that emanated from Damon's hesitant demeanour. He looks like he doesn’t want to be anywhere around me. It hurts even though I knew it was just a matter of time. His usual jovial mannerisms were noticeably subdued, replaced by an uncharacteristic solemnity that left me feeling unsettled and uncertain. I didn’t say anything, have nothing to say since he is the one that usually fills in the silence. The absence of his customary jokes and lighthearted conver

Elaine’s POV Each passing day brought with it a new struggle, a relentless battle against the gnawing hunger that clawed at my insides. It always left me feeling weightless and tired, maybe even depressed being in such a place. Despite Damon's warnings, I couldn't bring myself to touch the food that arrived like clockwork, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. They clearly aren’t in the shadows anymore. I could smell the grapes in all the meals. With each meal left untouched, the hunger intensified, a constant companion that whispered promises of relief in exchange for compliance. But I refused to yield, stubbornly clinging to my resolve even as my body weakened and my limbs grew heavy with fatigue.The water offered scant solace, its cool embrace a meagre substitute for the sustenance my body craved. But even as my stomach protested, I remained steadfast in my refusal, determined to thwart whatever sinister machinations lay concealed within the confines of m

Elaine’s POV Restlessness gripped me like a vice as hunger gnawed at my insides, yet I remained resolute in my defiance. Despite the tantalizing aroma wafting from the plate of food nearby, I refused to succumb to its temptation. The thought of Leah reveling in my weakness spurred me to cling to my resolve with unwavering determination. I refuse to fail. Not this time around. With each toss and turn, sleep eluded me, my mind consumed by the relentless ache of hunger. The sight of the untouched meal taunted me, its appeal dulled by the bitter taste of defiance that lingered on my tongue. Though my stomach growled in protest, I remained steadfast in my refusal to yield, determined to withstand Leah's cruel machinations at any cost.In the dim light of the room, I lay restless and vigilant, my hunger a constant reminder of the battle raging within me. But as the night stretched on, I found solace in the knowledge that my defiance was a testament to my strength—a silent declaration t