GABRIEL
Hunger was a living thing.
It crawled through my stomach like an animal with claws. It scraped at my insides and twisted my gut into knots that never loosened. Every breath I took felt hollow. Every movement required effort I didn't have. My body had started eating itself weeks ago. No... More like months. Years even. I had lost track of time down here.
The floor was cold against my cheek.
I lay there and stared at the bars across from me. They glowed faintly in the darkness. I wondered if it was a mirage or maybe it was the fucking pure wolfsbane that was infused into the damn metal.
It was a constant reminder that even if I had the strength to break free, I wouldn't make it past the threshold.
My brother was meticulous like that.
