28~Safe and comfortable

Isabella leaned into the wall and clutched her knees to her chest. She watched as a rat came out from a hole in the wall and eyed her stale bread.

It nuzzled closer and picked the smaller chunk then ran back to the hole.

On any other situation she would have found it funny but she wasn’t the least bit amused.

She sighed and turned her gaze to the chains on her hands as the clanked against each other.

They had the size reduced when her hands grew too thin and would easily let loose from the previous one.

She sat there as her hair matted to her head from sweat and moisture from the tepid temperature of the cell.

The locks clicked and doors to the cells rattled before it was thrown open.

A guard walked in and opened her chains. He ordered her to follow him. She looked at him in surprise. The only time she ever left her cell was once every two months when she reinforced the Wards. But she just did so a few days ago, or has she lost track of time and two months has gone by quick