When they took her out of her basement cell this morning, she hadn’t had a drink of water since “lunch” eighteen hours before.
That was seven hours ago. It’s July, and this wing of the crumbling mansion has no air conditioning. And here she’s been in the cage ever since. Has Master come to give her a drink? Eh, not so much:
You’d cry, too:
Pictures are from Pain Gate.
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