Im awoken to a pounding headache with weak limbs.
I look up at the ceiling and realize I’m in the dungeons of the castle.
Memories started to flood back as to what had happened to get me in here.
Tears began to flood my eyes, feeling all of the pain once again.
He doesn’t love me.
If he did, he wouldn't have done this to me.
I sat up, feeling like I had gotten torn apart and put back together.
The sounds of screams, and laughs from other inmates started to flood my ears.
I faced the bars of my cell, startled to see the face I hated the most but longed to see.
Bane.
He was sitting up against the wall, staring at me.
He had stubble on his chin, as if he hadn’t been taking care of himself.
He looked paler than normal, making me wonder why.
He looked relieved as I look
