Lock in the depths

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by Drakethefox

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I woke up in this dark, hot and humid place where the only thing I felt on my cheek was the rough concrete, my eyes opened and I quickly noticed that the place was dimly lit, then I heard footsteps coming down a staircase, two guys arrived and they were armed with a stick and a whip, they asked me to hold on. I was scared and disoriented so I let it happen. They laughed loudly and seemed proud to hold me, yet I don't remember what I was doing here, had I been captured, or condemned? Maybe they would take me away but all I could feel was a headache. They beat me before taking me here.

The guys came back up and my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, all I could see was simply a windowless basement, which explained the heat and humidity. I was alone, not a single cellmate, only spiders that resided in the corners of
the cell, in front of me, was a candle and bars which prevented me from leaving. I could also see that the staircase in front of me was not the only access to my cell, the access to my cell seemed to be a corridor that continued but impossible to see further, the darkness was like a wall and blocked my vision barely a few meters from the extremity of my cell. There was nothing coming from the corridor, no candlelight, sound of a key or guard's voice, nor even a cry of distress or agony coming from any other inmate, I don't even know if it was is really a prison, I initially thought of a slave market but the slave traders do not have such means.

This place seems solid, the walls are as thick as castle stones, and in any case the slaves do not have prison clothes and chains on their feet, this equipment is too complete. The more time passes, the more I wonder why, time seems so long and I begin to despair, I don't even know if my loved ones are looking for me or if someone is going to come and save me. My morale is so low and the only thing that reassures me is to repeat this speech to myself miserably, if only I had something to write about, the only things that occupy me are the 5 measly minutes when a gaoler comes to give me some water, if I'm lucky I get food. And all I can do is behave and wait, why was I put here?

I wonder if I could find a way to escape or if I would ever be freed...

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I wanted to do prison art but a little different, I just had to change the type of prison and outfit UwU

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