Tied up 4
30....30 years i spent in that cell always breaking, always begging to be let out...Yet it never happened, i wallowed around in my own blood and waste constantly marking away the days, constantly cursing my immortallity and wishing i could have died long long ago.
Today was different however, i heard fighting upstairs infact alot more than usual and i waited...waited to see what it was well not that he could do anything else mind you.
It was to long before the fighting ended and even then there was silence after it...something nate knew well, silence drove him to the edge of madness all this time and he was expecting it to never end. That was until the heard footsteps coming closer?
No one had been down here in years why was someone coming to him, were they going to taunt him more....No, it was a little toad warrior and it seemed the mushroom kingdom took this place back finally
this little toad eyed me up like i should have been dead, ths shock and pure horror on his face to see so much blood and stuff in a cell and yet the man who spilled it all still kicking, without hesitation the toad unlocked the door and the cuffs making sure to step over any thing on the floor.
Nate could barely feel his arms or even his legs as he tried to stand and was swiftly put back to the floor by his own weight, the toad took pity on him and dragged him out of the cell with his final straps of sanity...and all nate could ever say. Was thank you...Please not again