I vomited several times, my stomach heaving violently. No one came to clean up the mess. The stench of vomit lingered in the confined space, making me reek even worse than before.
“Connor, do you really hate me so much?” I whispered to myself, my voice breaking with despair. “Capturing me and throwing me on a ship like this. Do you really not have any old feelings for me?”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth. All those years of living as his foster sister, all those moments I thought we shared - had they meant nothing to him?
I huddled in the corner, hugging my knees tightly. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, mixing with the grime and salt spray.
Later that night, the door opened with a harsh creak. Something was thrown at
