Chapter 39: The Master's Hunger
It seemed like a day had passed, but Lirian was still chained to the wall.
She sat slumped against the cold stone pillar, her arms ached from the weight of the enchanted chains.
Her body showed everything…Lirian was trembling, and painfully aware of the vulnerability of her situation.
The masked man returned, entering the chamber like a shadow stretching across her soul.
He carried a silver tray with food: fresh bread, slices of roasted meat, a small bowl of soup.
The rich aroma made her stomach growl.
"Still stubborn, I see," he said smoothly, placing the tray on a small table nearby.
Lirian's lips tightened, her glare sliced through the dark light. "Go to hell."
The man chuckled softly again, removing his gloves and setting them aside.
"We all have our roles to play, Lirian. Mine is to shape you. Yours, whether you like it or not, is to endure."
He knelt before her…
