Amber POV
It's been days, at least as far as I can tell. I watch the patch of sunlight coming in from the barred windows and try to estimate the time as it passes by. My back still stings from the whipping and I know that I'm going to have scars from it as well. Father has not come down since the punishment and Tony tends to come and go, delighting in my misfortune and relishing that I'm in pain. I smell, my body odor disgusting and I wrinkle my nose, wishing vehemently that I could take a shower just to feel clean. As I move, I can feel my back which has started to scab over the wounds, and I'm careful, not wanting to reopen them.
There's no one to speak to down here, and I find myself wishing that I had a wolf. At least then, I would have someone to talk to. Instead, I feel like I'm g
