Chapter 35
MYRA
As Myra laid in her cell praying to the gods for sleep to drown her, her eyes snapped open as snarling sounded outside her cell.
As the noises grew closer and louder, Myra held her breath--as if that would do her any good when she was locked in a cage.
Sweat soaked her skin as thrashing and clawing followed. Nails scraped against the walls. A loud crash sounded, followed by someone cursing and muttering, the clamor setting her on edge.
"Let's get him locked up and get the fuck out of here," a muffled voice--a guard, Myra assumed--said.
A struggle sounded outside, followed by a soft thump .
Then they were walking again, the wheels of a cart squealing.
And though the snarling had vanished, terror and fear from the hall flooded into the small space. Myra's body shook as the feelings surrounded her, melting into her skin.