C8 Escaping the dungeon

Rhea's POV

My vision blurred as I laid on the floor. I was so hungry, it felt like my blood was being drained. My lips became chapped, and my palm was cold.

Since I was thrown here, I had only received a small portion of food twice.

I can't even tell how many days have gone by.

The hairs on my skin stood when I heard footsteps descending the steep staircase. I felt a ray of hope