Chapter Eighteen
“Lilly, sweetheart, you need to eat. I can’t have my queen malnourished.”
Malnourished.
Malnourished…
I’m already f*****g malnourished from the torture room.
“f**k, I really f****d up,” he mutters, looking away from me and out of the window.
He’s right. It’s been two days since I was raped and beat up by three strangers. I turn my head and look past Noah, instead focusing on the window.
“Why won’t you eat?” he asks.
Why won’t I eat? I guess I’m following what Odelia did, because I don’t know what the f**k I’m supposed to do right now.
“I’m not hungry,” I say, not looking at him.
“Yes, you are. You haven’t eaten in two days, and haven’t had a proper meal in weeks. You’re starving, baby. I’m worried.”
“You shouldn’t be worried,” I say, being completely honest.
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