Chelsea's POV
I am going to not do anything for the next seven hours. No eating the stew. No climbing the walls. And certainly not dreaming about the world outside my crappy jail cell.
Just to see how they react.
Surely they will do something.
I hear footsteps.
Then a door slam.
More footsteps.
Nearer this time.
Even though I'm listening as hard as I can, I know that it's just the guard that brings food and water once in a while. Nothing interesting. Maybe it's the messenger that tells me his signature "We'll have I figured out next week."
The footsteps person opens the door and steps into the 360° balcony that surrounds my mail cell that is levitated by a trestlework of chains and pulleys. Now, he or she is supposed to pull a couple of levers to make my cell go to a certain spot in the balcony so that they can do the drill.
Only this time, the guard opens the bottom of my cell straight away.
I fall to the endless pit.
All I see is a rose in the guard's hair.
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A Battle Within
Losowe"Go away, already! It's not like I missed you or anything. You only make things worse." "It's the deeds that make the person, Chelsea. And you, my sweet little pawn, are my most valuable weapon." "But why? I don't need this. I never wanted this. I n...
