The Beginning of the End
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CW: captivity, failed escape attempt, manhandling
Oryn led Kell through the corridors, his fingers like iron around his arm. So firmly that it was undoubtedly going to leave bruises.
Kell’s stomach was in knots. He wanted to scream and run and hide. But he didn’t. He swallowed down his fears and thoughts and concentrated on his feet.
His feet were safe.
Everything further away not so much.
Oryn took a turn to the right and then, almost immediately, to the left.
Kell knew he couldn’t escape. He had squandered his only chance to escape. He couldn’t hope for another. It was over. He knew that. And still his heart couldn’t stop to hope.
The corridor divided into three but Oryn didn’t slow down and dragged him straight ahead.
He tried to remember the chipped paver he nearly tripped over. The reddish stone shaped like a triangle.
Remembering was a good way to keep his mind busy; to distract himself from whatever was waiting for him at the end of these corridors.
Another left turn.
The stones floor was darker here. Somehow the air felt colder than it should. Kell shuddered and looked up.