Your Loyalty to Me (REWRITE!!)

8. Everyone Should Have At Least One Prison Experience In Life

Aria's POV

I woke up in a place that not even Hades would like to be in.

I was lying down on stone cold floor, surrounded by darkness. The only ray of light came from a little barred window high up from the ground. The ground felt damp and not even the spot which I had been lying on had warmed up.

My wrists were chained to the floor with iron chains that jingled every time I moved my hands.

I groaned and got up into a sitting position, trying not to hurt myself every time I moved my hand. Those chains were screwed on tight.

"Oh, you're up," my head whipped around to my side to find another girl around my age sitting against the wall, looking downright bored.

"I wanted to meet the girl who had the emperor riled up enough to make him chain you to the floor," I could make out a tiny smirk on her face from the light from the window. By the looks of the golden hue in the light, it was evening and the day was almost over.

The golden shade of the sun illuminated her red hair that contrasted her almost white skin. She had a handful of freckles dusted across the top of her cheeks and bright green forest eyes. Her wavy hair was pulled back into a ponytail that draped across her right shoulder.

"He actually held out for quite a long time," I breathed heartily. "Is he crazy or something?"

She snorted. "He's psychotic. Literally murdered his own mother. Takes pleasure in making the innocent die in the most grotesquely horrible ways I could possibly imagine."

I hummed. "Aria Waters."

"Fia O' Neill."

"How'd you know the reason I ended up here?"

She shrugged. "It wasn't hard with the soldiers mumbling about you the entire time they carried you here."

I shot up straight from my slumped position. "Carried me?"

"You were out cold. They said something about being happy they got you to shut up at least."

I grinned. "So how did you wind up here?"

A twisted smile overtook her face, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I punched her Royal Highness in the face."

I laughed. It sounded weird. You know, a sound of happiness in a dark, wet prison cell? Undeniably weird. "To be honest, I wasn't far from slapping him myself."

"I'm not from the Roman Empire," she began. "I didn't know he was the emperor. All I knew was that I had knocked a few of his soldiers out cold because they were making fun of the elderly in a place I had traveled to. After that everything was so messy. The people rioted and the soldiers held me responsible. They brought to me to a whole load of powerful people and I had to defend myself in front of myself.

They all threw me into prison. I'd always break out. They'd find me again, then send me to the next person. It was an endless circle that continued for a good few months. In the end I got so tired of it that I punched the next man I was brought to in the face. That person happened to be Nero, by my luck."

While listening to her, I had shifted into a more comfortable position on the stone floor because my legs were starting to go numb with the pins and needles sensation.

"Damn you have the worst luck I've ever encountered," I whistled. She laughed and gestured to me.

"What about you? What got you roasting the emperor to the point where he has you jailed to burn tomorrow afternoon?"

I froze. Wait, what.

I'll be burned tomorrow afternoon?

Burned? Tomorrow?