A/N: Thanks to all who read the first part; I got some nice reviews. Hope yopu like this part as much. I take no credit for the characters, except the ones I made up, and I'm not making any money off this. Please R/R!
"Misery"
by Joan
sequel to "Commander of the Legions
The guard threw me back into the cell after another grisly round of torture. I hit the dirt hard. I woozily got to my feet, blood leaking from my hair, not sure which hurt more-the cut on my head or my bruised shin.
I looked around with what little light there was. Most of the occupants of the cell were middle aged men. I was the youngest one, of course. Not for the first time, I bitterly thought back on how I got here.......
I was so busy running from the guard who had chased me out of the arena that I didn't see the danger ahead.
I ran straight into another of Livia's men. The other one ran to catch up, and they dragged me away. They had no clue who my parents were, which was good, because they'd probably kill them.
They dragged me away and threw me into the cell. "Only for a while," they said. "Only until she can deal with you."
I knew who 'she' was.
Livia.
But something had happened. Livia had never returned to her army. Only those few soldiers who had been traveling with her had any idea of where she had gone. They told tales of a mysterious fight in a temple, during which she had vanished. The emperor had put a price on her head. On the head of Livia, Champion of Rome.
Without Livia to persecute me, I was stuck at the prison. Stuck preforming heavy labor for the men. Victim to cruel beatings every day.
How much longer could this last?
I snapped out of my daze when I heard two soldiers talking loudly outside my cell. I perked up and begain to eavesdrop when I heard the name 'Livia'.
"Hope she comes back," one man was sying.
"Yeah," the other agreed. "But who are we kidding? She's never coming back."
"Is too!"
"No she's not!"
"C'mere, you bastard!"
The two proceeded to fight outside. I slunk back from the bars of the cage and smirked evilly. My mother would have cringed.
Yes, Livia, you'd better come back.
Because I promised I would find you again. And I'll make you one more promise:
I will kill you.
