For years, Calissa has dreamed of her curse breaking. But when it finally does, she was in no where prepared for what happened next.
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Years have passed since she has escaped the tower and all the weakness she had formed are now stuffed insi...
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It was the longest three days of her life.
There had been little to no movement from the two of them during this time. The darkness around them made it hard to do anything, and neither of them felt like talking. Calissa sat on the ground against cold bars of the cell. They dug into her back, but she didn't have the strength to move. The ground beneath her was already indented with her weight and felt hard. She stared at the metal dish in front of her that carried today's portion of food-- a piece of stale bread and a cup of dirty water. She reached for it, the bread tasting good on her dry tongue.
They had only been here for a short amount of time, but in that period, she felt like years had passed. The thick stench of urine and sweat had already been engraved in her mind and the coldness around them had already felt like warmth to her.
In the shadows of the cell, Peter couldn't be seen. But she knew he was somewhere on the other side in the same position as her. They were the only ones here, as big as it was, so it was quiet. It extended far back and was large enough to hold at least ten men.
The cells that were beside them were empty and quiet, the only nearby prisoner happened to be a man across from them. Ever since they were here, he would be banging against the metal bars of the cell with his metal plate, yelling out complaints that sounded gibberish to her, she had given up on what he was trying to say. From what she could see, he had been here for a long time already, his skin almost blending into the background of the dungeons. He was old and most probably going insane. Anyone would if they were here for more than a day.
