Deadly

Chapter 3

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I've only been confined in this cell for an hour, but it felt like days. Over and over my mind played out the events that lead up to me being put in here. This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last.

I remember every inch of this prison cell, from the shade of gray the concrete walls were, to the width between the bars on the door. There wasn't a window or a crack in the wall, just a lamp in the hallway opposite the cell. It was cold, it was dark, it was hell.

Sitting on the edge of the inch thick mattress in the corner of the room, I continued to count the time that went by. They would usually let me out in the morning, but sometimes they waited longer than that. Sixty minutes, seventy minutes.

Sighing I stood up from the mattress and walked to the opposite side of the room where I ran my fingertips across the scratch marks carved into the wall. I remember when I made these indents, when I all but lost my mind.

This cell did things to me, tormented me and played with my mind. It was the same cell that held my father before he was condemned to death. The same cell my mother had been using as a form of punishment since I was twelve.

" Don't think about it." I told myself, raking my hands through my hair.

Off the corner of my eye I could see a new light coming from down the narrow hallway. I squinted to try and make out who it was, but until they were but two feet away I hadn't the slightest clue who they were.

Dallas stood in front of my cell with a lamp in one hand and a key in the other. He looked at me sadly, but otherwise expressed no other emotion. Felicity was different, standing beside him with a lap top in her arms, there were so many emotions on her face they couldn't all be named.

Did Dallas come to let me out? Usually my mother made me suffer a lot longer than an hour and ten minutes. But if he was here to let me out then why was Felicity here? That didn't make sense.

" What's going on?" I asked, pulling my eyebrows together in confusion.

" Back away from the bars, Katherine." Dallas commanded. Reluctantly I took a step back, every bone in my body protested for me to stay near the exit so I could escape.

Once I was at a far enough distance from the door, Dallas placed the key in the key hole, opening it just enough for Felicity to slip inside before slamming and locking it closed behind her. What was going on?

" I'll be back with pillows and blankets." Dallas said in a quieter voice than before. He pursed his lips into a hard line and stared at the both of us. " You aren't aloud visitors Katherine, so neither of you can speak a word of this. Understood?"

Now I understood.

It was against my mother's rules for me to have visitors while I was in my cell. No one could see me but Dallas or a servant to serve me a limited amount of food. I was to be treated as if I were an actual prisoner. Dallas bent the rules for me, it could mean losing his job, or worse, if my mother found out.

" Thank you Dallas." I said in a whispery voice, my eyes narrow.
" I won't breath a word of this, I swear."

He nodded and looked at Felicity who was setting the lap top on the mattress. " I'll be back." He said before the darkness enveloped his body and it was just the lamp light floating away.

Felicity wrapped her thin arms around me in a tight embrace, her breaths shallow as she squeezed the life out of me. I stood there unmoving, just waiting for her to let me go. This felt weird, unnatural.