The cell was dark, paved with the blood of prisoners before her, the smell of rot filling her nostrils whispering in her ear gingerly, You're next darling. She could vision herself snapping the guards neck, escaping, brandishing a sword slick with the blood of her enemies. Perspiration licked at her brow now as she only dreamed of such an easy escape, but she wasn't escaping, not now not ever.