♔ Eustacia (P.O.V.)
I’m not sure how long I’ve been in this damp room. Hours? Minutes? I know it hasn’t been days. I haven’t been down here as a prisoner for a few years. The last time was three years ago when Emma started being her big bad bitchy self that I know and hate today.
The walls are still the same pale shade of deathly gray flaking concrete. The metal bars are slightly rust and express their anger as the bar doors creak when they open. The chains are caked in old blood and various poisons no doubt. The floors and cell walls are stained red with the blood of many victims. Even now the stale sour smell of their blood rushes through the crisp air.
Winter is approaching and fast, the chill that lingers in the air down in this despicable room has gotten worse than during the summe
