Chapter 280

• Each day, the captives were forced to devour an entire five-tier cake, one per person.
• The torment twisted their bodies with grotesque speed, their frames swelling like balloons overfilled with air.
• The women—once vainglorious and alluring—had been proud of their wasp-thin waists and seductive curves, never allowing their weight to creep beyond a hundred pounds. Selene Ashford and the red-dressed girl had flaunted their beauty like weapons, knowing how easily men could be ensnared by it.