Edge of a Cliff

She had a story to tell. So she told it. She told it to a stranger as she gazed out between the blood bound bars that kept her in place. She wasn't worried anyone would hear it. The stranger was no doubt going to die in the dungeons they inhabited and she herself would hopefully be killed, put out out of her misery. But the story would survive through the not quite dead prisoner and all would hear the story and listen.