Sonia wrapped her arms around and shivered in the chilly winter. The entire cell was quiet, cold, and dark without heating facilities like a fireplace. Not only that, but the damp moisture in the cell was also unbearable. Sonia was still wearing the clothes that she wore in the chariot and the wet clothes stuck on her skin. She cowered in the corner and was no longer as high-spirited as before.
How long has it been?
She looked up blankly, but the cell was in total darkness. She could vaguely see the flickering flames through the gap below the door, but people were completely numb to time in this place. Not only did she feel cold, but she was also famished. After the young lady named Nell left, Sonia felt as though she had been forgotten by others. No one visited, spoke, or delivered food to her. The endless darkness, silence, and coldness were her only companions.