*Fiona*
I don’t know how long it is before I realize that the threat is just that. More importantly, it is a distraction. Something for me to push and snarl at, something to direct my energy at. Something to force me to wear myself down until I have no fight left.
But when it hits, it’s like every corner of my soul, every drop of my blood, stops, and all the thoughts I should have had before come bubbling up.
Pointless.
All of it was pointless from the moment I was taken until now.
That might have been my last moment of agency, the last step I had taken that wasn’t orchestrated, planned or semi-anticipated.
How stupid was I? Why didn’t I think it strange that they took the chains off at all? Why a silver cage to a silver cell to a tower with not a bit of silver in it?
To give me ho
