WARNING! The beginning of this chapter is very dark and may be triggering.
Down here, it is very cold. Maybe as cold as the orphanage in Brown Pack.
But there, Luna Thalia used to bring me food. Tasha used to play with me.
Here, there is no one.
The silence is broken only by my shaky breathing and the squeaking of rats.
The darkness is so thick that I sometimes wonder if my eyes still work.
They do. I know because I can still see light whenever the door opens just a little and a food box is thrown inside.
Several times, my hands ache after touching the box. I believe it is made of crimson oak.
Down here, I sleep on the floor. I do not even know what lies beneath my body.
One morning, my leg becomes unbearably itchy. Something long and slippery is wrapped around it.
On another day, I feel something wriggling inside my mouth while I am eating.
Sometimes the food is rotten meat, completely inedible. Sometimes it is nothing but spoiled cucumbers.
