Captured and Bound - 3

She awoke from her slumber and her ears picked up a distant rumbling. Her first thoughts are of thunder, but as she strained her ears she realized that it isn’t an approaching storm. If only she had some hint of where she is, but she has no idea about what is outside her holding cell, except for the light. The light which she realized isn’t the moon or the sun. It was some kind of bulb, and the timings were sporadic so she had nothing to go on. She felt stronger than the first time she regained her consciousness. She could feel her cuts turning into scabs and the throbbing of her bruises lessened. But she knew she would never be strong enough to break out, she hadn’t eaten in days and had no water to drink. She suspected that someone had been injecting her, while she slept, with fluids to keep her alive. She could feel a bandage on her left arm and her right thigh. Whatever they were giving her wasn’t enough to give her full strength, but it was enough to keep her vitals stable. They were keeping her for something and she could only guess what. Secrets weren’t uncommon in her line or work, but she had no clue which secret her captors wanted. If only someone would come and talk to her, make contact, strike some sort of a deal. The entire situation confused her; if they wanted to kill her they wouldn’t be injecting her to keep her alive. If they wanted information they would have tortured and harassed her. And yet, so much time had gone by and nothing.

Every time she woke up, she would feel the same emotions. First she felt slight confusion, then recollection and finally a concoction of despair and anger. She had started counting the number of times she would wake up, to try and make sense of how much time had passed since the first time she woke up in the room. She had a very precise internal body clock, but after a while keeping count became difficult. When the hopelessness set in she would escape to her garden and try to keep herself from yelling and screaming out. She didn’t want to show her slow mental degradation. She had to keep strong and prove to her subjugators that she could keep up with their game. But with each passing minute she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into a black pit of gloom, with very little to hold on to. The only thing that could possibly help her out of this mess is a miracle.