Through the small hole peeked a single strand of light. It was not bright but just enough for the figure in the corner to lift her head up to it. The chains clinked as she did so, her frame so frail now, so thin she could almost squeeze herself out of the chains that kept her there. The musky pungent smell that was so revolting many months ago now has become the norm. The walls continually become encased in a moist moss, growing from the area that accumulated by human waste for many times over.

But the light, ever so small, tickled her skin. The sun never comes out in this place, this place so vile and under constant turmoil. Her whole body ached and was unable to keep her head up any longer. It had been silent for so long, she couldn’t remember how to talk or even muster a sound. Even breathing caused the chains to move ever so slightly creating a roaring sound to the silence. It was so loud that she tried breathing as little as she could. It would always be worse if anyone could hear her. The last thing she needed was more attention.

The light that had kept her transfixed for the past couple of hours began to diminish. She felt a pang in her heart feeling as if that light was her only hope and connection to the outside world. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the clanging of other cells, and heard the keys jingle with each step. He was coming.