Inside a dark room,
"How long do you think you can refuse food?" The man shook his head and looked at Elara. She looked weak. He was sure she could not even stand up if she was asked to do that.
She had been lying for three days now on her bed without moving. She was as good as dead. Eve forced her eyes to open and looked at the food rotting around. On the first day, she had picked up her plate to eat since she knew hunger would only make her weak. But she could sense a drug in it.
She had been drugged by her husband often. And then her maid tried on it too. With time, she had become an expert in recognising them.
With a sniffer she could tell that the food is tempered. Even if it was not poison. No! She would have been glad if it was poisoned at this point. She had no will to live. It was just that she could not bring herself to kill herself.
