Mice and Mold
Fifty-Seven: Luna Clara
I hear keys rattling, a lock being disengaged, then quick footsteps heading my way. I keep my eyes shut not knowing what to expect. Another beating with silver, a shiver works its way through me. It seems they know just how much pain to inflict before stopping. As not to kill me but to make me suffer endlessly. I don’t know how long I have been hanging here but I pray each and every time I open my eyes that it will be the last. I hear quick breaths finally the person must have reached me as I hear a small cry and a soft touch on my hand. “Luna….”
I start shaking all over my body. “You can’t be here. Please leave before someone sees you.” I whisper out never opening my eyes. I don’t know if they have cameras down here or not. I cannot afford for her
