Noise, for what felt like hours all I heard was noise, an unending horrible sound. To this day I can't still figure out what was it. Screams? Metal? All I know is that it was the worst day of my life. Still after all this years I can hear it in my dreams, feel the pain my body held, taste the air in my mouth, and all I could see was a blur.
Another restless night, still not much to what I can do. This walls that lock my scape are my only company now. This thoughts around my head are my punishment. Is another punishment necessary?
The same footsteps that have been visiting me since that day take me out of my thoughts. 3 bangs, metal to metal, I suppose its breakfast time.
-If you want to kill me feeding me that why don't you just cross me with that damned sword?
-First, you think I care whether you are dead or alive? Send of all, be grateful, the mercy of your highness has you here and not hanging as you should, now shut the fuck up and eat, my only duty is keeping you breathing and locked.
Another bang, this time the metal dish was thrown at the floor right next to me. A substancE in a whitish color supposed to be some kind of oatmeal on it, adorned with what used to be a rat on its prior and some hair.
You might think how on earth can something so repulsive be served, the answer is short, this ain't a castle and I ain't a princess. Don't be fools, that fairytale shit they sell you is bullshit, and for someone like me, in order to survive, I have to thrive.
