In The Cage
It had been the first time she had ever met a dark elf, a drow. If she had known what they were like she might of ran at the first sign of him. She hadn't though, and she lived to regret it. Betrayal from those you consider friend was the worst of all. For it is not expected as much, even when one says it is, it still shocks and pains when it happens. She did not expect it at all. Weeks after meeting this dark male he approached her upon one of her forest walks and he had captured her quite violently. It was as if he was trying hard to show her just why she should not trust so easily. Bones were broken under painful blows and slams into trees.. Ribs cracked and snapped under repeated blows. Her knee shattered in one good smash.. and a twist sent her elbow popping out of place. If that was not enough, her consciousness fled with one hard hit to her head.
The darkness that descended in that moment did not vanish with waking either. The drip of water in the distance was the first thing that registered to her mind. Quickly after was the not so dull pain slamming through her body. It was dark and dank with pooling water somewhere. It smelled of decaying earth and the chill air that whistled through spoke of faded freshness. She detirmined this was a cave, that was not too near the outside, but near enough to explain the breeze. But waking did not last long and once more she drifted into oblivion.
How long had it been that she was in that dark cage of a cave? She lost track of time with how often she was unconscious. All she knew was the restless cats hadn't eaten for ten day and she knew she was their next meal. Just as she knew she'd never see the light of day again. It was one of those unsaid things that hung in the thick, hot air between her captor and her. He had told them though, that the cats were hungry. He had told them he hadn't fed them. They were on one cliff and the cats on another. Too far to jump, but he had a bridge for them to cross when he tired of his prey
A shift was given, followed by a pained whimper just bursting from her lips. Smashed, shattered ribs were a certainty that even if she got away she wouldn't be running, or even be on her own two feet. Easy to catch when you can't run away. Vicious intent was what he held for her and the girl chained near her. What he was going to do exactly was shrouded in the eternal darkness of that cave. She heard him use the girl for his own pleasure, but he had not done that to her. And he was gone for now. He had left to do what ever it was that Drows' did when not torturing their 'guests'. The pacing, starving cats were nerve racking, and she knew the scent of the other girls blood was still wafting along that stifling air bringing them close to frenzy. She hated large cats, but could only feel pity for these poor creatures. There were too many of them, and they were already beginning to fight with each other. If not fed soon they would gang up on the weakest. It was certain no matter what happened some would die. If not now, it would be when they where released to feed, and they fought over her and the other girl.
Being in this position, with broken ribs and limbs, she had plenty of time to think. She was the only one awake beside those cats, and cats did not speak back often. Her thoughts turned, as most do when threatened with a long death, to her life. She found it lacking to her. There were so many things she has not done. So many places she has not been to. Her fear still ruled her and she was still growing as a person. But that was no excuse for shutting herself away from all and not making all the friends she possibly could. Her regrets came too late and all she could do was wait for the end and evaluate her pathetic life.
No, she didn't feel sorry for herself. It was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She would not cry and beg. She would die with some dignity. But she did feel sad about all the things she was too afraid to do. Yet, if she did survive, which she knew was very doubtful, would anything change? Anything besides the fact she'd be a little more afraid of making friends? Her captor was a friend, one of the few she had. Well, now a false friend. She had been tricked by the drow for some reason. So many friends have hurt her, so she should be used to being betrayed...right?
She should, but she wasn't. It still hurt. And it made the death she was facing not seem so bad in retrospect. What was death when someone you held dear stabbed you in the heart? She felt every hurt he gave her. She was not bleeding like the other girl, but her body was covered in bruises and she had broken bones through out her body. Her left arm was broke and her right hand had been stomped on. Her ribs, as stated were shattered. And her right leg was fractured. The leather shackles dug into her wrists and ankles viciously, and she knew if she moved too much her blood would taint the air as well. All of this was nothing compared to the wound her heart received from her friend. He was the first drow she ever met, and she found him devious and cunning. She couldn't help wonder if they were all like that? Maybe, maybe not, but she would never know.
Where were all the heroes when she needed one? They seemed to flock in spades around the world when you didn't need one. But the moment you did none were ever around. If she could get any help now, she'd gladly accept it. Before she refused because of pride, but she had not been hurt then. Her mind was rambling now. Pitiful wasn't it? A soft sigh was given, so some noise other then the cats was heard it that dark prison. She deserved this. For trusting someone. She should know better. And with that thought her teeth clamped and her jaw set as she stared into the darkness above her bound self, Waiting for the captor to return. One day he'll tire of toying with them. One day soon.......