Thora's pov
The silence is driving me insane as I move my tongue on my lips to moisten them.
My wrists are tied with silver chains above my head, and my arms feel numb as I move them.
The noise of shackles echo in the dungeon walls and I let my head fall back.
Cursing my fate.
It's been roughly 6 hrs since I was brought here as a prisoner of state. Being treated akin to any other betrayer or offender.
My stomach is grumbling in hunger and wouldn't care normally but right now I can't help feel worried for my baby.
It's fine if I don't eat...but the baby must.
I have to try once again.
Looking outside, I scream on top of my lungs. Trying to get the guards attention.
"Hey! It's an emergency! I repeat it's an emergency! I need to pee!!"
One of the guards, turns around to look at me
