You look around this empty cell, it's covered with your scratch marks. There's a small window at the end of the cell. There's no door, only a small slot where your captors can slide in food and water. But that hadn't happened in 2 days. It's like they wanted you to slowly die of thirst, and starvation.
You continue to cry, when you suddenly hear footsteps, you perk your head up. Trying to hear if maybe these people have come to feed you at last.
The door opens and you stand up.
A gruff voice speaks.
"Come on girl, it's time." "Time for what?" You ask. "Time to start your training."
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short little things that I'm making. Some of these ideas are things in my head that I want to get out. And some of them are ideas for stories. Like settings, or plots, or even entire story lines. I also include quotes and song lyrics...
