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by Drakethefox

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several months have passed since my capture in this strange place... at least that's what I think, to tell the truth it's difficult to see time pass in a place where not a single ray of sunlight passes. Even when counting in my head, the repeated shots and the harassment of the guards sometimes make me lose count. On the other hand, when it comes to the humidity of the place, I haven't found anything useful, everything quickly gets moldy here, even our fragile prison uniforms, I still have the luxury of receiving when mine break , I guess that's the only comfortable thing he lets us have here.

On the other hand, something has changed since then, I remember that we didn't see or hear anything at the start. But gradually I began to hear complaints and groans around me, this made me conclude, I was alone, and I was surely the first to be captured in this place. The first of a long series, the darkness gradually gave way to a corridor dimly lit by lanterns, it seemed that even for the guards, luxury was rare and the facilities were very basic. the lights gradually lit up as more were brought in, I couldn't really complain given what I experienced in the past but it sometimes gave rise to an atrocious spectacle... The prisoners that he was sometimes fainted like I was, some were conscious, others were crying, others were no longer really in a state to complain. And some... didn't even survive their wounds.

One day I had the idea of detaching a block of worn stone from the wall, it was completely cracked and was so easy to remove, I would have liked to see the light of day behind it but it was impossible, no need to to be intelligent to know that we were probably underground. I also prayed the pieces of my old used clothes and I used a fragment of a broken bar to open a cut, the blood finally served me as ink and I could write on the fabric, but I knew it had to be short to not you don't have to come close to anemia. I simply used a small portion to write down the days I had counted.

I barely had time to hide the fabric behind the loose stone when a guard came to me and opened the door, my mind was already too muddled by the blows of their batons that the idea of defending myself did not even occur. in mind. after a long minute of walking escorted by the sound of his keys, he took out a metal lure and chained me with it. Feet, hand, and neck to hinder any movement, then he gave me a pickaxe before taking out a whip and showing me a tunnel. At the same time I saw on my left another fox who, given his condition, had probably just been captured, but the idea of speaking to him had not even crossed my mind. I've seen them kill for less than a word.

at the bottom of the tunnel, forcing to push a metal cart, ores were revealed in front of such a pale light from a lantern barely in working order. we stopped and the guard moved away, warning us not to weaken the pickaxe blows. I took advantage of his few moments of inattention and tranquility to find a small piece of coal before keeping it ready for me, it will be perfect for writing. And there you have it, the work begins. We don't even know when to start and if it will ever end. At least the positive point is that no direct surveillance impacts us, but there is no question of weakening, I prefer to work in peace than to be monitored. The fox said nothing and worked as hard as me, he seemed to understand the situation and I doubt this was his first experience. I even appreciated the nerves of steel he was able to demonstrate, very few people who arrive here manage to hold on, they will probably rot for a few more weeks before resigning themselves to obey.

For my part, I was able to put my energy aside, internalizing this trauma allowed me to be in great shape, as for my mind, I think I gave up... The only positive thing I manage to get from this place and to still be alive to see people as tenacious and as brilliant as this fox could give me, it was like seeing the light again, I don't know why he gives me so much courage but the only prayer I would like to do would be to see him in the cell next to mine.

Commission for Dusty0071

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