She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. It was a horrific, insane smile that made her fellow inmates move to the far side of the dungeon. The young woman cocked her head to the side and watched them shuffle away in their chains. She shrugged with a sudden burst of energy and stepped out of her manacles as if they weren’t there.
“It’s a lovely day,” she groans as she stretches. Several of the men turn to look at her revealed belly since she was the most attractive object in the dungeon. Covered in dirt and scars, but she would have been a well-sought beauty on the outside.
Her hand slips to her pocket again, patting the box like an old friend and feeling a warmth rise from it. It tingles up her arm and reminds her of the promise that she has to keep. To fail…
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