Prison Break

Through the haze of agony, I could hear the approaching footsteps growing louder, mixed with the murmur of voices.

As the pain reached its peak, the cell door swung open, and a group of guards rushed in. Their faces reflected a mix of concern and urgency. It was a stark contrast to their usual indifference.

One of the guards, different from the one who had been helping me, knelt beside me. “What’s happening?” I managed to whisper through gritted teeth, tears escaping my eyes.

“It’s alright, we’re going to help you,” He assured me, looking away for a few seconds so he could tell his colleagues to get the medical team.

The pain began to ebb away, leaving me weak and trembling. The guards exchanged glances, communicating in hushed tones. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead as I tried to make sense of the situation.

“We need to get her to the infirmary, now,” One of the guards said, taking charge.

Supported by two guards, I was lifted to my feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain through