Naked

36 Mice and dice

One, two, the mice run through...Three, four I sleep on the floor... Eight, nine and Wyatt will die!

The sun had risen and set twice ever since I was captured. That means I was two and a half days in there and aside from the occasional porridge one man remembered to toss at me every night, no one visited me. I was alone and neglected while I was supposed to be tortured and it was DRIVING ME INSANE!

Now, not that I was complaining, it was just the fact that no one came that bothered me. I was a high-value target they went out of their way to capture. They bloody decapitated a man and sent his head in a bag to make a point. What the hell was going on!

Even Wyatt had vanished and the man that threw me my porridge barely registered my presence before disappearing as fast as he could.

Since it was still noon and there was a lot of time before someone got down here to check up on me, I decided to find out for myself the happenings that were keeping my captors at bay; 

Someone must know what was going on!

I crept open the door carefully to listen to every sound reverberating through the halls, only to hear the satisfying echo of silence. I inched my toes outwards and started moving towards the exit I knew I would find on my right.

With the slim light that shone through, I navigated my body to freedom. I tested first the knob and found it unlocked. What the hell... Do I need to teach those arseholes how to hold a prisoner or what?

I opened the door a crack and peered outside on the chilly autumn landscape. Not that there was much to ogle at besides the withering vegetation other than the neglected stone walk-away or the burly soldier that was looking straight at me...

Fuck!

I flinched backwards feeling my heart explode into a frenzy, the door snapped closed behind me and my hands flew to my sides pulling me back into hiding.

Surely I was sneaky enough and the man didn't notice me, right?

I waited and waited to hear the approaching footsteps of the soldier but they never came. I waited and a tad more just to be safe and my heart rate to calm down and not blow loudly in my ears before I opened the door even more slowly than last time. I pushed flush the right side of my face on the wooden door and bulged my eyeball to investigate the area.

I scouted as far as my eye could reach but came up with nothing. The spot where I saw the soldier was now vacant and its occupant a ghost. A slight chill ran along my spine making me doubt my decision to continue.

I was safe and sound down in my dungeon no soul bothered me but the squeaks of the mice when I plastered them with my boot. Why did I have to go out?

But of course, I never was able to resist temptation even when my life depended on it. So... I got out and walked bent with my head low, checking every little detail around me. The foliage was unkempt and overgrown in spring and summer and now that the winter was closing in, the plants were dying. The shrubberies had grown into the pathways so much that they looked like Medusa's hair crawling outwards to trap its next pray.

With my bare feet, it was much easier not to make a sound but the damn pavement hurt like hell and it took all my might not to squeak. So I just kept to making the most hilarious faces when something sharp or hard proded my sensitive foot soles.

I had my eyes trained like a hawk watching and analyzing every little detail around me, keeping my ears outstretched ready to catch the slightest sound. I smiled a bit at the thought my attention provoked. I missed Gerard. I missed his warm, safe embrace. The way his chest rose and fell on my back and his breath fanned the side of my neck and the way he laid kisses all over my body.