POV Derrick
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Time down here is slow. Time down here seems to drag on. I remember that woman leaving to meet up with my mate. I just can't seem to remember when that was or how long they've been gone.
There is no windows, so using the sun is out of the question. The walls of my cell are solid cement, and there is a little door. My ears try to pick up on other sounds in this dungeon but with them using silver and dragons bane I struggling with my senses.
My eyes are still blur, I am confined to this chair in this dungeon. This weak and bored feeling is overwhelming, my mind has started to play games with me. Making me hallcinate. Making me imagine my brother coming throught that door, or my mate to save me. I randomly envision
