Amelia looked at Zachary Shane's furrowed brows, feeling his concern for her was genuine, and the anger in his eyes was real too. She then said with even more grievance, "I couldn't stand upright in that small locked up space, so I had no choice but to sit on the ice-cold floor for over twenty hours. I don't know if this counts as abuse or not."
"What? They actually made you sit on the floor for over twenty hours?"
Amelia nodded hurriedly, "Not only that, they didn't give me food. They only threw me a bottle of nutrient solutions each day to keep me alive. I'm now so hungry that I'm seeing black and feeling weak."
