#Chapter 281: Confined

Lilith’s POV The cell was cold, dark, and damp. Lilith had lost track of how long she’d been down here. A day? Two? More? Her body ached. The bruises on her face throbbed, and the cut above her eye had scabbed over but was now surrounded by an itchy heat that indicated potential infection. She sat on the concrete floor with her back against the wall, her wrists raw from the silver handcuffs that kept her from shifting. They’d given her food once, but it was just a piece of stale bread and a cup of water. Not enough to sustain her, but enough to keep her alive. That was the point, she supposed. Keep her alive just long enough to use her as leverage. Better Lilith than her daughter, at least. Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway outside her cell. Lilith tensed. The door swung open, and Richard stepped inside. He looked the same as he always had: smug, self-satisfied, and cruel. Lilith wished she had realized he was a narcissist before she ever marr