DAHLIA POV
I was locked in the hole for a week with no food and water. By the time they let me out I could barely walk on my own two feet so I had to be dragged out. Luckily for me it was during nighttime so I didn't have to worry about going to spin the wheel. The guards were not gentle with me, they shoved me back into the cell and I fell on my face as they shut the door open.
The first thing I could think off as I laid in the dirt was food. I was so damn hungry and thirsty too. My throat was dry and if I didn't get any water soon, I was going to die of dehydration and food? Gods, I would kill for a piece of lamb chops right now!