Chapter 47 Traumatic Lesson

• Sarah sat curled in the farthest corner of the small room, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. The silence inside the space had long stopped being peaceful—it was now a cage, an echo of her own loneliness. It had been three days. Three long, oppressive days of isolation. No sunlight. No voices beyond the guards. No visits from Damian. And most notably, not a single appearance from Xander.
• That was her punishment—for saying no to him.
• He hadn’t hit her. Hadn’t forced her. He hadn’t needed to. His silence and absence were worse. He had left her there like a discarded object, permitting only enough interaction for meals and brief showers. Beyond that, she was a ghost in his world—locked away, forgotten.