Rama couldn't comprehend how long she had been sleeping in the chilly cell, not that the nap she took was consoling in anyway. The cold air pricked her skin like ice daggers and her legs cramped up from the cold and sitting on the hard floor for what felt like an eternity.
She fluttered her dark lashes as she shot her eyes open to catch a glimpse of Malika sleeping soundly with her head leaning on her shoulder with her golden locks spraying over it.
How could she sleep so comfortably? Even though she was a maid in the past, they were given the privilege to sleep in good mattresses and were treated reasonably.
She sighed in exasperation as she licked her dry lips. She could feel her stomach rumble softly for food and her throat was parched from thirst but there was nothing she could do but inwardly wish she died from hunger to evade the vampire king and his torture.
