She Was His Tenth Mistress

Valine lay down on the cold floor, hugging her knees and rubbing her arms together for warmth. She had little energy to stand up, and her lips were parched and dry. Her throat, which felt dry and scratchy, begged for water. After going without meals for four days, she was shivering and her head was throbbing. It is all thanks to the very small window that birds can only get into that she could track the time. It currently indicates that it is nighttime. The night sky was starless, reflecting her gloominess. Since the day she confronted her mate, no one had visited her or checked on her. Even candles hadn't been lit for her. That particular time, she did not complain and merely lay down to conserve her energy. She is not shocked by this, and neither does she panic nor scream for someone to get her out. She had experienced much harsher situations similar to this one in the past. Whenever she disobeyed Mistress Rose, she was also lashed, beaten, and left without food for days. Torture, sh