“You did this?” ((from Jamie, for v;; sailing on Hades shores if you'd like!))
Kly’tem took the opportunity as someone was boarding their ship. While everyone was distracted, she tried to sneak out of the tiny room that she’d been sequestered in most of her life. She should’ve known they’d put a guard there. A cannon went off, rocking the ship and making the hull groan. She grabbed a knife from the man’s belt and shoved it into his back. She hadn’t expected him to instantly drop. Was expecting all that blood. He roared as he turned on her, grabbing her foot and dragging her onto her back.
His fist collided with her cheekbone, putting inky black spots in her vision. She groaned as he did it again. An overwhelming rage came over her then. She would not be abused by her masters any longer. Then she managed to get a good grip on her knife, shoving it into his chest with a scream, stabbing him repeatedly even after he had collapsed on her until she got tired and paused to take several breaths. That’s when it dawned on her that she was a dead woman.
As if burned, she pushed the body away and scrambled back into the safety of her small room. She pressed herself into the corner, making herself as small as possible as she started to shake like a leaf. They’d stop feeding her again. And they’d use the drugs as a punishment. God, she didn’t think she could take any more of that. The smell of blood was overwhelming, making her gag and dry heave. It wasn’t like she had much of anything on her stomach. Then she heard footsteps.
