50~You are going to be poisoned

What would you do with a thousand years of slavery and one day of freedom?

I've never asked myself that question. simply because it had never crossed my mind. Yet at this moment the question comes with an answer. an answer I had not anticipated.

Nothing.

I have done nothing with an entire day of freedom. Why Freedom? Why was it tiring? why did it feel more like slavery? because indeed it was. Hercules had left me tied up in this bed for hours now. He left without saying a word. and I heard him locking the door on his way out. The predicament I found myself in was much worse than my nightmares. I struggled against the chains. over and over again. It felt like I was stuck in a loop. Heck I had even fallen asleep while tied to that bed. It wasn't the first time that I had to sleep without a blanket on top of me. even with his window open and all the wind and cold coming into the room it didn't matter. because there isn't anything else I could do.

I had watched as the sun set. I counte