it was freezing cold, all you have is a small piece of stale bread on the ground. You counted how many days were you in that cell by scratching the wall, All you could do was think about Zayne haunting you “Why did he did this too me?…I thought he was-” was spinning in your head. But all of the silence was disrupted, you heard some footsteps walking down the hall..it was none other than Zayne. He was wearing clothes that screamed royalty as he smirks Look at you….so vulnerable..
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