Liara struggled even harder to free herself from the chains binding her as her eyes kept a cautious watch on the figure standing in front of her in the dark cell.
"Stay away," she cried continuously, terrified of the possibilities that awaits her.
She was trapped, and there was no Elara to help her now. She also had no freedom of her own—no chance to escape whatever fate awaited her.
"Stop stressing yourself, young one. I am really not here to hurt you," the middle-aged man said as he tossed something onto her lap. "Here, something to eat."
Liara ceased her struggles and stared at the silhouette, confused and wary. 'He is giving me food to eat? Why?' she asked herself, but soon her gaze tightened once again as mistrust took hold of her thoughts. 'He wants me to have enough energy for the evil he is going to do to me!'
The middle-aged man observed Liara in the dark and saw that she wasn't going to touch the food he had given her.
