𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 ༄ 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗋

chapter thirty one

- THE PLAN (OR LACK THERE OF) -

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     SOMETHING NADIA'S COME to learn is that no matter how desperate her pleas were to whatever being could stop this hell, her prayers were always left unanswered.

     She was given two days of rest after passing out in Sonny's arms. She'd driven herself off the edge and she was out for many hours being her body's way of ensuring she didn't die like she wanted to.

When she came to, she was lying in her bed with the worst ache in her throat she'd ever felt. She was lightheaded and absolutely miserable.

     It'd been over a week since then and she couldn't comprehend why she was still here. What her purpose was for being alive. Why she was kept here for other people's pleasure.

Her last chance of getting out of here was Sylvian and it had been a full two weeks since their conversation.

For Nadia, two weeks was a punishing time to await liberation when non stop torture plagued her in the meantime.

     Two weeks. Fourteen days. Over twenty more clients.

     Her body couldn't take much more of it. She made one rebellious statement and now she was forced into more work than she'd ever done before.

     She couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact moment when deterioration started to occur, but she could feel it. She felt like only a shell of what she used to be and with no sign of Sylvian fulfilling his promise, she was ready to let it consume her completely.

     Her eyes were heavy in fighting sleep, the only reason she hadn't passed out yet was the fact she had another person to meet within a half an hour or so. She wasn't sure, having stopped counting the minutes long ago. It's not as though it would ever end.

     With her forehead pressed against the cool glass of her window, she tried to focus on the cold temperature in hopes she wouldn't fall asleep.

     She kept drifting off, her legs that had been sore for days were begging to hit the ground, shaking slightly in exhaustion.

     Nadia propped her hands against the glass and pushed herself to stand straight so her legs wouldn't be so tempted to give out.

     She knew Sylvian's offer was too good to be true. She chuckled even, not amused, but annoyed. Angry with herself for thinking she'd be able to escape this never ending nightmare.

     Her lazy gaze shifted around the room in an attempt to find anything that'd interest her enough to keep her awake. She found the remote which controlled the landscape scenes that displayed across the windows in place of The Capitol. Anything would be better than that view.

     Not daring to let herself anywhere near the godly looking bed, she shakily got ahold of the remote and faced the window, staring through it a moment in another episode of absentmindedness.

Nadia sniffled, rubbing her nose before turning on the screen and in place of the ugly city was the snowy mountains of her district.

She let out a breath as she stared at it, trying to reminisce about her past. Before the games ruined her. When she didn't know all the darkness the world possessed.

With these memories came haunted worries that she'd made up in her mind to be true.

Like when thinking about Emory behind a stove, cooking up something more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted in The Capitol turned into the image of his torture that she was certain he must've gone through.