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1 week in captivity
Amara allowed me to move from the chair though now I was on the floor with my hands chained above my head. The only time could move them was when Amara moved me from this room to another. This was another form of torture for her but it wasn't as bad though it felt like pins and needles if I didn't think about it, it didn't hurt. T'Challa kept me company on most days, he helped distract me, helped me when Amara decided we were allowed to eat and drink and he spoke to me and I got to know him as more than the man that lied to me and more as a friend.
T'Challa spoke about his sister, Shuri who was 6 and smarter than most. She spoke of being a scientist and learning all there was about Wakanda and advancing in the scientific department. About how she hated being called a princess and wanted to be known as more than that. He told me more about his mother, Romanda who he spoke highly of. He told me about how she was strong-willed and didn't let anyone push her around not even his father. His father he spoke most about, King T'Chaka was his biggest inspiration. He told me about his adventures and how much he wished to be like him. He told me that his father always told him about Zoya and their warriors and how if Wakanda was ever in need that Zoya would be there no matter the odds which was why when T'Challa ran from home he came to Zoya to learn more about the culture and people from his father's stories.
In turn, I told him about my siblings. I spoke about how my father was the bearer of the Firestone before Kazi and that my mother wore the animal totem. I told him what my father told me about Amara and her father. I told him about the totems. I knew after this was all over we'd be considerable closer and for some reason that didn't anger me. "Get up," Amara's voice broke causing me to roll my eyes.
"I can't, remember," I said looking up at the chains that kept me secure she scoffed moving to them. She undid them grabbing my hands and dragging me out of the room. She did this every day since I got here. She would drag me out of the main room and into this small room torture me. Bring me back annoyed because I don't answer and repeat.
"Tell me where the death stone is," I rolled my eyes, she stuck my head back into the water leaving me there for a few seconds. She pulled me up by my hair.
"Okay okay I'll tell you," I said she smirked
"Where is it?" She asked
"Up your ass and around the corner," I said smiling up at her she pushed my head again into the water. When she pulled my head up I continued to smirk at her she quickly got angrier and I used this to get out of these sessions earlier because once she got angry enough she would let me back into the room and then I would be okay until the next day. The session ended quickly and I was back in my original position. T'Challa sat up when he saw me return and frowned at my wet hair and clothing. My hair at this point was a matted mess. The cold water dripped down my back and my wet clothing didn't help. I leaned my head back on the wall with a loud sigh. "We need to find a way out of here," I said T'Challa nodding with a loud sigh. I closed my eyes as we sat in silence.
