chapter 40

I hate being stuck in human form and completely powerless to even get out of this dumb glass. Everything in here is bolted down, probably because they don t want prisoners throwing things at the window, and I am not about to kill myself by hurtling my body through it to see if it breaks. Without being able to turn, I would probably bleed to death. Be that unlucky girl who brought down a shard over my neck or something, and still be stuck here. A shriveled, empty corpse to stink the place up. That jerk didn t even let me eat like he said and my stomach growls angrily at the lack of having food since God knows when. I don t even know what time it is, morning or night, or how long I was sedated in that room, considering there are no windows underground. I last ate in the day before sleeping in that damn tree, where all my possessions are, and I m starving. It s no wonder I feel weak and shaky. I m running on empty. It s weird but maybe it s my years of being bossed around, held ca