Chapter 30
My eyes flick between the door and the crystal in my hand. On the far wall is a little table. I must have done something good if they are giving me things.
I’m not stupid enough to think they feel bad. These fuckers have no remorse, and I doubt they have emotions. Slowly, I stand and attempt to reach the table. The fucking chain isn’t long enough. I stretch out my arm and lean.
The crystal grazes the edge of the table, and I lightly toss it. The small black rock clatters before settling in the middle. I stand up and stare in a trance.
It is nothing, just a rock on a table. I shouldn’t be happy, but this small thing has my nerves relaxing. My eyes stay on it as I walk backwards to my cot. Almost as if it will disappear if I blink.
My thighs hurt, pussy throbs, nipples burn and my stomach is cramping. But for the first time since I’ve been in this hell, my mind is at ease. The numbers are at bay, the screaming voice is quiet, and I’m not thinking about how I’m going to die in this cell.
I wrap my arms around my stomach and flop on my side, keeping my eyes on that small piece of obsidian.