Staring at the walls of her cell, waiting for the one bit of human contact she had daily, when they brought her food, she'd completely lost track of how long she'd been her. For the first four months, she tried, constantly tried to keep track of how long she was locked in there, but tell someone enough that they were never getting out, and they started to believe it. Hours passed into days, days into weeks, weeks into... who knew. She sat on the floor of the cell, listening. Footsteps were coming... read more
