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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The stiffness of the chain encircling both my wrists and feet causes a severe spasmodic loud exhalation through my nose and mouth. The rusted bars of the cell we're in suggest that this chamber is so aged that it looks more like a spider's house than a tormented soul's. I'm so irritated that the hay we're sitting on is causing my skin to itch, and I can't scratch it.
I squint through the clefts of the cell and see a faint light at the end of what appears to be a tunnel. I'm not sure how we got here, where portion of the castle we're in, or even if we're in a castle at all. I awoke to find myself inside this hellhole. It's too dark, and the only source of light is a small barred window on the upper wall behind us. At the very least, I'd be able to tell if it's day or night through that hole.
I can't believe they don't consider what I stated to be a threat. I can't believe that every single phrase they're afraid we'll say makes no se
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