Alex looked up as the large door to the room she was sitting in was opened up. A small, figure was thrown in and the door was shut with a loud BANG. She waited for the sound of receding footsteps before she spoke. Her voice was raspy and croaky from limited water supply.
"Who are you?"
The figure shifted, turning to Alex and responding so quietly Alex almost missed it. "Maeria."
All the pieces clicked together. "Oh."
There was a pause. "Yeah."
There was a moment of silence. Alex could feel the guilt growing steadily in her stomach, but she kept pushing it down further and further each time it came up.
"Maeria I'm so sorry - I should have been more careful."
A pause. Then another shuffle. "I - It's my fault. Its not yours. I shouldn't have written the number in your room. I know Jay better than this. I really am sorry."
They both sat in silence, not knowing what to say to each other anymore. Finally, Maeria broke the stretchy silence. "Vulnerability is really your best bet. You pretend to be vulnerable, he's more likely to be more sympathetic. That being said, he probably isn't going to feel that sympathetic. But sympathy has always been his soft spot."
Alex nodded with determination.
"Well, hello there."
Both Maeria and Alex looked up to find the intimidating figure of Jay towering over them. They both stayed silent, trying to calculate why he was paying them a visit.
"Alex, I kidnapped you to get information. I was going to make it easy for you, but you leave me no choice. Guards. Escort her to her own cell."
***
The new dungeon was not nearly as smelly or dirty, probably more maintained than the previous one. Alex's thoughts drifted back to Maeria. Would Maeria be more severly punished?
She was snapped out of these thoughts by the door being pulled open and then food being shoved through. The door was slammed shut again and then the sound of a key jingling in a lock followed. Alex crawled toward the food on the plate and pulled it back toward herself. She pushed around at the food, prodding and poking it. It seemed to be some sort of gravy with stale bread. Definitely not appetizing.
She pushed the plate back and leaned against the wall, drifting in and out of a restless sleep.
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Recovery
Ficção GeralAlexandra Jennings, the hero of the war that just took place. Her family and best of friends were saved - Jordan, Bear, DC, Kaiden, her parents - but there were many losses. Will she learn to mourn them and then move on with her friends? Or will tho...
