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Long afterwards one of the soldiers lifts the bag off my head and another brutally unties my hands and legs. Because I tried to get away from them several times they thought it best to restrain me completely. I look at the wounds on my wrists caused by the rope before I am pushed into a small room. I bump into a piece of wood, and the soldiers behind me laugh, which makes me even angrier. I have to massage myself so that the pain subsides. As I'm doing this I hear the door close and immediately rush towards it.
I pull the knob, but it won't open. They locked me in here.
I bang on the door:
"Let me go!"
I bang again:
"Hey! I know you can hear me!"
Again:
"You bastards! Let me out!"
And again:
"Open the door!"
"Shut up, bitch!" someone shouts from the other side of the door. "You only stayed alive by the mercy of our Lord. You should be grateful."
"I'll... I'll never be grateful to an animal!"
No one answers, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to pound on the door. Each time I hit it harder, hoping that if I hit it hard enough I could break it down. At one point I slammed into it with all the force I could muster, but nothing happened. After a while the door looked as if I had never hit it. How is it possible that I didn't even cause it any damage? Wood shouldn't be that strong. Am I weaker than I thought without my visions? What about all the training?
Resigned, I turned my back to the door and leaned against it. I put my head between my knees and began to think. Just like Raiden said, they took us to different places. The crazy guy left with Scara and those soldiers, and I was left in the care of the other soldiers. The bastard ordered me to be left alive for one reason or another, even though their goal all along had been to kill me. What is he going to do to me? He's already taken my visions, so I don't see why he'd want to keep me prisoner. Without them, I'm not special in any way.
And who knows what he's going to do to Scara? Unless he's already done something to him. I shudder at the thought he could be in a much worse situation than me. He's helped me many times in a fairly short period of time, and for that I'm sure they'll punish him severely. I remember the howls of pain from that person who helped me then in the factory and shake my head. I don't want anyone else to suffer because of me.
When I lift my head I look for the first time at the room I was locked in. There is no window, but a flickering light bulb hangs from the ceiling. In front of me sits a small wooden bed with an old, dirty mattress. Next to the bed, in the wall, is another door that I carefully walk towards. When I open it I see that it leads into a bathroom where there is a toilet a simple shower with no stall or screen. The smell coming from this place immediately turns my stomach and I have to cover my nose and mouth to avoid throwing up. I close the door quickly.
I look around the room again, thinking that maybe if I took a much closer look, I could find a way out of it. I search every nook and cranny for something that might help me. I notice that a plank isn't securely fastened to the floor and I pull on it. I tear it up easily, only to see that a hard stone floor is hiding underneath. I feel like screaming in exasperation, but I restrain myself, knowing that would be a very bad move.
I see a hole in a piece of wood on a wall, but it doesn't help me a bit, because it's filled with earth. However, thanks to this, I realise that it's not the wood that's the problem when it comes to breaking down the door, but the door itself. Heh, it couldn't have been that easy, could it?
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Those Who Dream of Freedom (Scaramouche x fem!reader)
Fanfiction(UNDER RECONSTRUCTION) ★ This is a rewritten version of Under the Blue Sky. As I said in an *announcement* in my other story, I thought it should be rewritten to fix some of the mistakes that came up along the way, but also to add new chapters for t...
