Something woke me, maybe it was the quiet. I realized that I was still in the cell. There were no guards standing outside the door, and I couldn't hear anyone in the basement with me. Sliding slowly off the cot, I take note of the injuries on my body. Most of the minor cuts and injuries had already healed, but there were a couple that needed to be looked at by a doctor because I could tell that they were caused by something made of silver.
Looking down at my wrists, I winced when I saw the burnt skin. Straining against the cuffs, I finally manage to break them after several tries. The fresh smell of blood hits my nose, but I just rip several strips from my already torn shirt and tightly wrap it around my wrist. Walking swiftly to the door, I push against it and watched in surprise as
