Day Seven
Today Beast brought crackers and cheese to enjoy as I read. A bit later I had asked if I could have one. I had been so hungry. The servants are nice enough, but they can't sneak food for me every night and it just hasn't been enough. He must have noticed, perhaps by the rumbling of my stomach or my weak state, because although he'd been hesitant to share, he soon changed his mind. He wants me to live. That at least means something.
I will be alive when my father comes for me. I won't be some disheveled woman torn to shreds, over which he would lay his head and sob. No. I will be alive. I'm certain of it. My father will come for me, we will return to our nice, quaint village, and I will be at peace.
