The Chains She Drag
Her chains dragged across the stone floor. Hard, cold stone. Chains made of steel. Hard, strong steel. Her feet covered in blood. Tears falling down her cheeks similar to raindrops falling from the sky. She was dragging her body across the floor, looking like a crawling corpse. Thin as a five-year-old girl.
“Feeling okay, you rat,” yelled one of the guards into the cell, “we could hear your chains from a mile away,” he said and started laughing maniacally. His laugh was cold as a piece of dry ice, as cold as Antarctica.
“Actually, I feel fine,” She whispered quietly, so quiet you could tell it hurt her to speak. So quietly that it was hard to hear her over the yelling in the background. The yelling that was muffled as though they were yelling from five blocks away, the wall were so thick.
“Hey, Don’t give me that,” He yelled, “We both know you feel like shit,” he spat on the ground beside her. Thick, globby spit hit the ground like a huge raindrop falling to Earth. She smiled at him so sinisterly that it actually scared him. He walked into the cell and Kicked her in the side again and again until she was coughing up a lot of blood. The blood mixed with the spit that was next to her on the floor and made a thick substance of the color red.
“You can kick me all you want, I will never plead for mercy,” she said and spat some blood onto his boot. His name was Firetoungue, and he didn’t like it when people dirtied his boots. So, he kicked her again and again until one of his buddies, Capricorn, told him to stop.
“Stop beating her, damnit,” he yelled at Firetoungue. With obvious rage in his voice “can’t you see you’re hurting her worse than needed,” he said pointing at Faith. She looked up at him and smiled, a happy smile as if to say Thank you.
“Yeah whatever,” Firetoungue said with hatred in his voice. Looking at Capricorn as though he would rather snap his own neck than stop beating her at that moment.
“That’s what I thought,” Capricorn said with a smile of satisfaction on his face. The satisfaction that one gets when another follows him or listens to his orders.
“Can I please have some water,” Faith said out of the blue. She had all the reason to, though, they promised that if she was thirsty, then they would give her some water.
“Yeah sure, sugar-baby,” said Firetoungue in a mocking voice. How could he mock her, she was already to the point that her condition was critical, but she was stable. Stable enough to speak and make smart remark.
