I've been writing again...
She woke up to pain once again. It’d been dulled slightly overnight, but was still present all the same. As she shitfed she fe;t some dried blood of her flake and fall from her skin. Her older scars stretched and ached which sent new rivulets of pain scorching through her.
“Today should be a good day.” she mused to herself.
Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, as if the inside of her throat had been scraped raw.
She was amazed that she’d been able to sleep at all, due to her positions. Her hands were shackled abover her head, and her legs and feet were bound together stretched under her, so it looked as if she was standing, only about a half foot from the ground, pressed up against the cold stone wall. It wasn’t the most sleep inducing position ever devised.
However, she was relieved about one thing. She hadn’t has her “special visitors” come in yet today, or yesterday for that matter. Well, what she considered yesterday at least.
Actually, the more she thought about it, it did appear that they had forgotten about her altogether.
“Well, I was rather boring for them, I’ve got to admit at least that much.”
She didn’t know how long it’d been since any of them had come to visit her last, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
“Maybe they’ve decided to just leave me here to die? It’d be better then whatever new thing they could be thinking up to try on me to force information out of me. Although, I can’t imagine what else they could possibly dream up. But, these are death eaters I’m talking about, who really knows? Or wants to know…”
She paused, not knowing what to think about besides the fact that she seemed utterly alone in her cell now, and where her captors might have run off too.
“I wonder if the wards are still in place?”
Closing her eyes, she tried to summon up the energy to release her arms and legs using whatever magic remained in her. Too soon though, she started to feel dizzy, and a splitting headache took over her thoughts.
“Oh… that was not a good idea…” She closed her eyes against the pain that was enveloping her, as well as magnifying the pain throughout the rest of her body, making it un-ignorable.
“Maybe I’ll get some rest now… yes, that sounds nice. Hmm.. Maybe I can even escape tomorrow…”
And with that thought, she passed out, her head lolling to one side, before the restraints around her wrists and legs disappeared, and she crumpled to the floor.
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This story I started a while back, but I've decided to continue it. I'm thinking about making it an HP fic... maybe two OC with Snape main... possibly. that would be very interesting...
“Today should be a good day.” she mused to herself.
Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, as if the inside of her throat had been scraped raw.
She was amazed that she’d been able to sleep at all, due to her positions. Her hands were shackled abover her head, and her legs and feet were bound together stretched under her, so it looked as if she was standing, only about a half foot from the ground, pressed up against the cold stone wall. It wasn’t the most sleep inducing position ever devised.
However, she was relieved about one thing. She hadn’t has her “special visitors” come in yet today, or yesterday for that matter. Well, what she considered yesterday at least.
Actually, the more she thought about it, it did appear that they had forgotten about her altogether.
“Well, I was rather boring for them, I’ve got to admit at least that much.”
She didn’t know how long it’d been since any of them had come to visit her last, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
“Maybe they’ve decided to just leave me here to die? It’d be better then whatever new thing they could be thinking up to try on me to force information out of me. Although, I can’t imagine what else they could possibly dream up. But, these are death eaters I’m talking about, who really knows? Or wants to know…”
She paused, not knowing what to think about besides the fact that she seemed utterly alone in her cell now, and where her captors might have run off too.
“I wonder if the wards are still in place?”
Closing her eyes, she tried to summon up the energy to release her arms and legs using whatever magic remained in her. Too soon though, she started to feel dizzy, and a splitting headache took over her thoughts.
“Oh… that was not a good idea…” She closed her eyes against the pain that was enveloping her, as well as magnifying the pain throughout the rest of her body, making it un-ignorable.
“Maybe I’ll get some rest now… yes, that sounds nice. Hmm.. Maybe I can even escape tomorrow…”
And with that thought, she passed out, her head lolling to one side, before the restraints around her wrists and legs disappeared, and she crumpled to the floor.
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This story I started a while back, but I've decided to continue it. I'm thinking about making it an HP fic... maybe two OC with Snape main... possibly. that would be very interesting...