It was late at night when I heard the soft patter of feet and I knew immediately it was the daughter of my captor. I wanted to grab her and drag her in and make her set me free but I knew I'd get killed for even trying to do it. In that dark foreboding place I had learned how to survive despite what they did to me and they all had lost interest in my plight after a while. I had turned into a monster at their hands, one that had seen many other prisoners come and go.
The girl tip toed over to the cell I lay in, her skirts brushed against any obstacles as her bare feet pattered onto the cement floor. "I brought you some bread." She whispered as she approached me her hand outstretched a small loaf of bread clutched by small fingers. I looked up to her and saw her face tender and sweet, her eyes deep blue watched me as I slowly rose from the cot I lay on in the corner.
I tried to walk over but my feet were tired and sluggish as I stumbled and swayed like that of a drunken man. With great effort and focus I made my way to the bars and fell to my knees in exhaustion. The girl just watched me as I panted and curled into myself trying to escape the pain.
But after a moment I smiled at her and took hold of the bread she offered, she smiled back and I pulled the bread closer to my chest showing her how grateful I really was. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you anything better but my father almost caught me with just that." She whispered before turning to leave. "I will see you later?"
I nodded and watched her smile grow as she pranced out of the dungeon her hair bouncing about her shoulders. I knew I missed my chance to get revenge against my captors but the bread, small as it was, was totally worth it. With a glance about the cold cage at all around me I broke the loaf into smaller pieces thanking Yahweh for the given meal and asking for it to last long enough to fill all the bellies that were gurgling around me.
Piece by piece the loaf slowly disappeared and all those around me were soon satisfied and eyeing me with wonder and awe. I may have been made into a monster at the hands of my captors I didn't want to let the other prisoners starve out of my selfish will to survive. 'How wondrous are Your works oh Lord, without you there would be nothing, but with You we can do anything.' I praised silently the miracle Yahweh provided us in the darkness of the plight of our bleak lives.
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Prisoner's Plight
Mystery / ThrillerA story about a girl who lives in a time that demands your survival. She meets a prisoner who she wants as her servant and is shocked to find out he had been in there for over two years which is extremely rare. When she finds out his secret she want...
