They say only the truly poor know the difference between being hungry and being starved. And today, Persephone felt what it's like to be starved for the first time.
Persephone's stomach made an obnoxious noise, reminding her of how starved she was. How long had it been since she last ate? One day? Two? Wait. This was not the correct question she should ask right now.
With a jerk, she threw the sheets covering her body on the floor, and shock penetrated inside her veins as she found herself on a huge bed. Was it wrong for her to say now that she would sell her soul to Satan if she could buy a bed like this one back at Marino house?
Again, this wasn't the right question to ask either.
She found herself in a foreign bedroom, fully washed and beautifully dressed not to forget absolutely starved which only meant one thing -- she is alive and her captor has every intention to keep her alive for the time being.
