She stares out the lone window of the tower onto the grassy plain below.
How long has she been here? At the beginning, she’d tried to keep track of the days. She had stopped counting at one hundred.
That was weeks ago.
Her captors won’t tell her anything. They won’t even speak to her. She hasn’t told them she hears the screams. They are distant, from well within the castle, but she hears them all the same.
She knows her time will come. She knows it will soon be her screams floating through the air of this dreadful place.
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