1033 word(s)

Published

229

The next evening, Danika stood in front of Vetta's dungeon. The guard hurried past her, the sound of keys opening a lock filled the air, followed by the sound of deadbolt opening.

She nodded her gratitude, the guard acknowledged her before he hurried out of the cell. She looked around sadly, holding the wrapped food tightly in her hand.

She can't believe that it has been four months she got out of this place. It feels like ages ago.

Her eyes took in the familiar stone walls. There was a light coming in from inside the dungeon, which shows that someone is in there. Other times, the light bulb is off.

For a moment, she relished the first time she was in this place. Her hand touched her collar absently...

He'd collared her and kept her here for over a week. She can still remember clearly, the look of pure an