C85 Why Is It You

[Denali’s POV]

I’m not sure how much time passes while I’m being held captive; a day, maybe two, could even be three. The only sense of time I had was from the meals that were delivered—well, if you could call it a meal. Stale bread and moldy cheese with water. Just enough to keep those being held alive, but not enough for them to be strong enough to fight back.

During my time