The meat fell onto the table, splattering oil onto my sleeve.
Because I didn't reach for it.
"What's wrong with this child? She's been out of it all night!"
My father, worried that Bradyn might feel awkward, scolded me immediately, while my mother gently tapped my head.
"What are you thinking about? Didn't you hear us talking to you?"
I flinched but didn't avoid the reprimand.
I stared blankly at the piece of meat, and then instinctively leaned over the table, grabbing it with my mouth and swallowing it down desperately.
Both my parents and Bradyn's parents were shocked. No matter how spoiled I had been, my manners were always impeccable.
But how about the shameful scene? What on earth had happened to me?
Bradyn's pupils contracted as he watched me, his face turning ominously dark.
I didn't want to disgrace myself like this, but I couldn't control it!
Because I didn't cooperate with them, Aron and his people locked me in a pitch-black room and starved me for three full days. Then, they threw rotten food onto the floor.
I was so, so hungry that I had to crawl on the ground, grabbing at the spoiled food with my hands and devouring it. But before I could take a few bites, Aron had someone tie my hands behind my back. He wanted to see me act like a dog, licking the food off the ground with my mouth.
"Giana, what on earth are you doing?!"
