Zara stared blankly at the wall. She felt so tired, and her throat hurt from screaming in rage for locking her in that room. When she realized that being in a fury wouldn't help, she started to beg and cried.
However, it only gave her head more aches and bags under her getting more dusky eyes. She also noticed that they only fed her when she was silent. But that was the only thing she got, aside from a boy who brought the food to her, daily checked on her, and took out the chamber pot she used as a urinal.
She hadn't seen that boy ever since around the campus. However, he looked too young to study college. He looked like a high schooler. Zara also noticed that he looked familiar. He had some resemblance with someone. She just couldn't precisely point her finger to who.
