It’s been how many days since I got captured? I don’t remember. Time seems to blur together when you’re stuck in isolation with barely any food or water. Not like I need it really, but it’s still pretty cruel to starve me. Then again, I’m trapped by the militia, and that’s the least vile thing they’ve done to me. My arms were getting tired of being suspended above me by these chains, and my clothes were all tattered and worn from the multiple times the militiamen came in to kick me or beat me up. I think I was also starting to get sick, which was just my damn luck.

When I heard the door open, my eyes shot a glare at whoever entered. I wanted them to know that once I get out of these chains I'm gonna rip apart every single one of these men that kept me here. Consider it returning the favor for being a wonderful little family to me when I was a child. I tugged at my chains to grab their attention while a dark chuckle escaped my lips.

“When I get out, you’ll become an ugly stain on this wall, you got that? But you know, I can appreciate the efforts to try and detain me. It’s the thought that counts.”