She was not sure for how long she had remained awake but
she was sure that it was far longer than she had ever let
herself be.
Dark red eyes blink against the darkness, even if she felt them extremely dry, mouth hanging half open and body hanging from the chains that kept her against the back wall. There’s nothing, no more anger or fury that would give her strength to bring the walls around her down. Just numbness coming from all of the shemlen that surrounded her, blood dripping from their own hands and magic woven against her mind. Breathing was a task, one that had been often forced on her own body to keep her for sliding off. The first time she had been dragged in there, they assumed that three mages would be enough to subdue her or to keep her in a state that would not cause noise to reach the upper parts of the mansion, they found out that that was wrong when she used their corpses to climb on top of the door and they found her trying to knock down the metal door. When she saw the rest of the guards running to put her back into place she made sure that they would remember what it meant if she was left unattended.
She would kill them all.
And that was the only clear thought she still had, now she could count six standing by her, with enough distance that she could not see their faces properly. She could hear the chains, however, that and the drops falling on the stones of the dungeon.
