Chapter 9—

Pain... Hunger... That's all Lexie felt. Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one. Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst. It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it. Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust that tainted the dungeon floors, then she'd surely swipe it across her tongue, just to be able to taste something. Ahhh, she was miserable but on the other hand, Zheme was livid. He had just left