Literature
payback. daichi x reader. mercenary!au. 1
On countries like these, one day you’re animatedly having dinner with your family, and another you’re locked up on a dirty room, with no windows nor light that can remind you how your body looked like.
[Name] had spent enough time in that obscure confinement to forget how the wind felt like when it caressed her skin, or the pleasure of fresh grass tickling her toes.
She barely ate. It wasn’t her choice not to eat, in the beginning; her captors gave her little food, and that when they decided to feed her. It was random, sometimes the metallic door would open to reveal a tiny bit of stale bread, others, it wouldn’t open