CHAPTER 71
CALLIE
PRETTY CAGES ROT SLOWER
Pretty cages rot slower and you wouldn't even know because you're too carried away by the beauty to notice it rusting by the edges.
And boy… was I in a pretty cage?
I guessed, but I think by the third day, I learned the rules of the east wing. Rule number one: time didn’t move normally here. Rule number two: silence was deliberate and stretched longer. Rule number three: nothing was given without a price.
The last rule was very important and it rang in my head every minute and every second I remained locked in this room.
The room never changed, but I sure as hell did. The first day I counted footsteps, the second day, I stopped and by the third day, I could tell who was walking past my door just by the rhythm of their boots.
Guards rota
