Chapter 20 The Dark Room

• The rhythmic thud of uniformed boots indicated the presence of guards, their obvious strides reflecting authority. On the other hand, the non-guards put on a display of stylish leather shoes, each step resonating with a distinctive rhythm. Some wore flowing robes that hid their footwear, adding an additional layer of mystery to their identity.
• As I awaited the night, I positioned myself on the floor. I knew just what happens at such times of the day. Most of the slaves that worked in the building as maids are ordered to give food to certain prisoners or people like me who are locked against their will in a dark room. As the brisk evening settled, I relaxed, my eyes tightly shut, creating the delusion that I was still under the influence of the tranquilliser.
• In the dimming dusk, I still acted as though I was overwhelmed with the wavering tiredness. The calmness of the room masked the surge of tension that passed through me. I listened carefully, adjusting to the subtle voices that pointed to the approaching footsteps, an indication that dinner was on its way.