(Revna POV)
The first thought that came to my mind was that I was hungry. A long-forgotten feeling of painful emptiness took root in my stomach as if it had always been there. That hunger that few people know about, where your mind is unable to focus on anything other than your body eating itself in a vain attempt to prolong its life.
After the hunger came the pain of betrayal, as I watched my father, the person who was supposed to take care of me, instead sell me to cover his gambling debts, all I could think about was that I must be cursed. Cursed by poverty, cursed to have such a father, and ultimately cursed by my beauty, a useless thing I never asked for.
Then came darkness, a room where all hope and belief in god tended to die. Where demons lurked, preying on innocence, feeding on the pain of their victims, reveling in their lust.
