They dragged me through a corridor that smelled of iron and damp stone. I didn’t fight. My legs barely worked; every step was a blur of pain and exhaustion. The torchlight faded with every turn until there was nothing left but darkness and the sound of my own uneven breathing.
A door screeched open. The hands that held me shoved once, and I fell forward onto cold stone. The door slammed shut, the echo rolling through the corridor like thunder, and then there was nothing but silence. It was almost funny that despite these monsters all living in tents inside the war camp, they did manage to build a damned prison cell made out of stone.
As if the poor little human would be able to escape...
I stayed where I was, cheek pressed to the floor, breathing in dust and water. The cell was small—j
