angelicxdream
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Sitting in a dark cell, Audrey sat on the ground, her limp brown hair clung to her body, sweat covering over her skin like a second layer. There was a dim light against the stone wall, but she was at the other side of that wall. She looked around, blinking, this place, it was different from the auction house, where she had been auctioned off. That was a blur, she hadn't known who had bought her, who had wanted to buy her but didn't have enough money. And, different from the orphanage, where she had been living almost all of her eighteen years on earth. As far as she could tell, she was the only one in the cell. The only one in this dungeon. She was wearing pieces of raggy clothing, the gray shirt, it was falling off her pale shoulders. She looked down at the matching pair of pants she had on, at least it was warm. There wasn't a window in here, so she didn't know what time of day it was, if it was cool or warm outside, if it was spring, winter, summer or fall. She stared down, looking at the cool, hard tiles on the ground, shivering some as she continued to try to find out where she was.
She didn't remember much. She had fallen asleep on the way here. She didn't remember anything. Did someone buy her? Was it someone rich and wealthy, or someone that just had enough money to win the auction? Clutching her clothes, careful to shift it over the exposed parts of her body, careful not to rip and tear it further, the worn clothing would surely leave gaps and holes in certain areas in time. She wrapped her thin arms around herself, pushing her knees up to her chest to hug herself, comforting herself that everything would be fine, cooing to herself. She knew she was just giving herself a false sense of hope. Finding a rock nearby in her jail cell, she held it close to her palm, squeezing it in her palm, and pressed it against the back wall, slowly making a tally mark, just one single line on the wall. She wanted to make sure she had some sort of knowledge of the time she would spend here. She didn't have a calendar, or a watch. She just had the clothes on her back, and herself.
She didn't know where she was. What country she was in, what city she was in, she knew none of that. But, she hoped she was at least in the same region as her orphanage. Her orphanage was in a shady district in New York City, so she hoped she was at least in the state. She paused, and dropped the rock suddenly, that was clutched into her hands, making scratch marks and thankfully no blood had dripped out of her pale skin. She had thought she had heard someone coming, and just in case, dropped anything that might seem like a weapon, or something that would give her trouble with her new... she shivered as she finished her thought, owner. It could have been the wind, or a squirrel outside, but she just wanted to be safe.
She didn't remember much. She had fallen asleep on the way here. She didn't remember anything. Did someone buy her? Was it someone rich and wealthy, or someone that just had enough money to win the auction? Clutching her clothes, careful to shift it over the exposed parts of her body, careful not to rip and tear it further, the worn clothing would surely leave gaps and holes in certain areas in time. She wrapped her thin arms around herself, pushing her knees up to her chest to hug herself, comforting herself that everything would be fine, cooing to herself. She knew she was just giving herself a false sense of hope. Finding a rock nearby in her jail cell, she held it close to her palm, squeezing it in her palm, and pressed it against the back wall, slowly making a tally mark, just one single line on the wall. She wanted to make sure she had some sort of knowledge of the time she would spend here. She didn't have a calendar, or a watch. She just had the clothes on her back, and herself.
She didn't know where she was. What country she was in, what city she was in, she knew none of that. But, she hoped she was at least in the same region as her orphanage. Her orphanage was in a shady district in New York City, so she hoped she was at least in the state. She paused, and dropped the rock suddenly, that was clutched into her hands, making scratch marks and thankfully no blood had dripped out of her pale skin. She had thought she had heard someone coming, and just in case, dropped anything that might seem like a weapon, or something that would give her trouble with her new... she shivered as she finished her thought, owner. It could have been the wind, or a squirrel outside, but she just wanted to be safe.