Oliver's POV
I marveled at what would happen to Declan and me during our captivity, and as the hours passed, I couldn't stop feeling worried that those hybrids would make fun of us. And I couldn't stop thinking about Victoria, and I felt so concerned if she was having a hard time. I just wished Victoria would survive whatever would come on her way. I miss her so much, and I wanted to be with her.
They didn't give us food during breakfast and lunch, and I could feel the grumbling on my stomach, and I could tell Declan was feeling the same way. I was looking at the other prisoners, but they seemed unconcerned about what will happen, and I realized they didn't have the energy to talk and move because I could hear them groaning in pain, and I wondered what was wrong with them.
"I am starving!" I blurted out, and I knew it was time for dinner, but the same thing happened we didn't receive any ration of food, and I had never felt so hungry in my entire life.
