CASSANDRA'S POV~
I didn’t know what day it was anymore. Couldn’t tell if it was morning, evening, or the dead of night. Time stopped making sense in here. There were no windows. Just this blinding, white light that never dimmed. The walls didn’t echo sound. There was no cold to shiver from, no heat to sweat through. Just...nothingness. Like I’d been dumped into a void dressed up as a prison cell.
Dario made sure I didn’t suffer—at least not physically. A cot had been placed inside. Thin mattress. White sheets. No chains. No bruises. But this was a different kind of torture. Psychological. He wanted to break me slowly, piece by piece, silence by silence.
My throat was parched, raw from crying until there were no tears left. My lips were cracked. Days must have passed. Maybe more. But Dar
