Chapter 17 It's Dark In Here

• I followed behind as the guards led us into the dungeon. The dungeon was dimly lit with the aid of the blow torch that was positioned scantily at corners. The heavy air with the stench of dampness and despair rushed into my lungs as we went on. The ceiling hung low, embellished with jagged rocks, as if mocking our plight. It was like an area of perpetual doom, the vicinity of time ceased to exist, and hope was a fading memory. I trudged through the dusty path, bowing my head, my back aching from the previous day's gruelling labour and the growing weight in my womb.
• I held my hand throughout the wall as it became steeper, the bugs of the darkness crept slowly as if they watched my every movement. I knew that Lady Ana was at it again, putting me in the dungeon. She would in no way wish to see me work in the building again.
• Maybe she had a thing for Ryan.