Viper of Sham Lash
The young girl shifted slightly, the clinking of chains the only sound in the dark, dungeon like room. There were no windows, stone walls and stone floors. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the wall, as was an iron collar; the restraints serving a main purpose of having a way of keeping her immobile when one of the assassins would come in to collect venom from the girl. It was so exhausting.
With every rub of the iron against the raw skin underneath sparks of pain shot up her limbs.. The chains were long enough so she could lay down comfortably, well as comfortably as was possible while trying to avoid moving.. She had practically screamed herself hoarse, yelling to go home and to be let go; but all it got her was beatings and a lost voice so she gave up for the time being while she healed.
Why the hell did people live like this..? Or maybe how would be a better question. She kind of wished these people, whoever they were, would just let her die. She hated them so much, if she could bite the person causing her this pain she would. Bitter thoughts filled her mind before she rubbed her face, too tired to continue thinking about the situation.
Laying with her back to the heavy, metal door when she heard footsteps; though she ignored them. Assuming whoever was there was just going to look through the slot in the door to look that she was still alive.... then walk away. At least she hoped they would if all they were going to do was push her around again.
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