(The Prisoner)
It’s cold and my feet are bleeding as is my head.
But I don’t stop running.
My beloved.
My child.
I have to get to them!
The rain is hindering my ability to see, the d**g they pumped me with leaving me weak and helpless. I can’t summon any of my usual strength.
I run, half-blinded, bleeding from wounds that refuse to heal.
I can hear the men chasing after me and I try to run faster but I know it is of no avail. I don’t stand a chance.
I can hear howls in the distance and I recognise them.
My beloved!
I try to run towards them but an arrow pierces my back leg, making me stumble forward.
Falling to the ground, I try to reach out to my heart.
But I can’t reach out to her, our link damaged and blocked by whatever they have fed me int these few days of captivity.
