The cold walls greeted her skin as she was thrown back into the cell. The chains locked around her hands and legs made her feel like a criminal. Angela gritted her teeth and glared at the guard who had dragged her in.
He was the only one who ever came to check on her. She had never seen his face, but she could already tell it wouldn't be a pleasant one. The guard was always dressed in full armor, like someone ready for battle. A dark hood covered him completely.
No matter how much she tried to bend or look closer, his face remained hidden. So she stopped trying.
Angela sat quietly, watching him. He never spoke, and he never left. The silence between them was heavy. She knew no one was coming for her. She had to find a way out of here herself.
