How long have I been here?
How long will I be a prisoner?
Uggghhhh this is so stupid!!!
I sighed deeply as I laid in bed alone.
There was only one bed in the catacombs, so whenever The Blade stayed he slept on the cold floor.
I kinda felt bad. Since I thought I should have been the one sleeping on the floor, but instead The Blade made me sleep on the bed.
A sort of guilt filled my stomach making me cringe from the feeling.
I didn't want to feel more guilty then I already was, so I stood up looking around the room hoping to find something to distract me.
It's still as gloomy as the day I first arrived. Well, besides the little cleaning around I had done in my time of boredom.
My fingers grazed a blade hanging from the wall. It looked worn down but still looked like it was taken care of generously.
Taking my stare off the blade I looked towards the desk.
"I haven't written in awhile," I spoke softly while walking to the desk and sitting in the chair next to it.
Grabbing a blank piece of paper and filling a quill with ink I stared at the paper waiting for inspiration.
Then it came to me.
Dear Home,
A/N
Hope you'd enjoy
225 words
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicating(dream x reader)(techno x reader)
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