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CHAPTER 17 < death by a thousand cuts > • season 3 episode 7 • __________________
A FEW days had passed since I'd unfairly fought a tank of an opponent, and surviving here only seemed to get more and more challenging since. Some of the Governors henchmen had occasionally come into my cell to check in on me, making sure I hadn't bled out from the numerous untreated wounds I had, or something like that. By now, I must've had obtained a thousands cuts and wounds, all of them littering the surface of my body by now, some worst than others, but I was almost certain that my death was nearing— and I wasn't one bit scared. If I was going to have a death by a thousand cuts; then so be it.
Dying was easy, it was simple. After it's over you're just gone— there's nothing, no more fighting, no more pain, just darkness. And I knew that my death wouldn't pain anyone, nobody would be left here to mourn me, because nobody here cares for me, that has always been a luxury I've been robbed off.
Everything was becoming harder with each and every slow passing day, the food and water the Governor would give me was becoming drastically more scarce. The hours of rest I would get seemingly running away from me. I was completely and utterly lost at this point, and I was left to just watch as my sanity
Now was no time to feel sorry for myself, because that was when the door was flung open, the sound of the metal door clashing against the wall, left an irritating ringing sound in my already pounding head, that was when a face I unfortunately knew all too well could now be seen.
It was far too dark to see anything but I could make out the silhouette of two figures and one was definitely a woman... completely unarmed.
No.
He wouldn't.
Would he?
The Governor didn't even seem to spare a single glance in my direction, his entire focus on his new little possession, I could see the way the woman recoiled away from Phillip, I could see the way that the grip on her arm never faltered in fact only seemed to get tighter and tighter every time she tried to tug her body away from his.
I knew exactly what it was like to be helplessly controlled by the Governor, all I wanted to do was help but how could she. My own battered body wasn't exactly compatible with any form of combat, and finding the energy to stand on my own two feet was becoming more and more difficult, I was not the woman whom I once used to be. I was living in an empty vessel that once used to be full of might, full of strength... full of something... yet now there was nothing but emptiness.
