Chapter 23 Agnes

• Jasmine’s p.o.v
• The poorly lit cellar walls loomed above me, their dampness and darkness suffocating, and I could feel my claustrophobia kick in. The constant inflow of Mateo’s men into the cellar providing me with food and water made me realize how many days I’ve been in the cellular
• “Take that and I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” one of them said as he flipped a plate of bread and hotdog my way into the cellar through its small tiny gate.