Brokedown Palace
Tonight she could hear the sea churning, pounding in hard against the cliffs with the force of a thousand cannons. Salt spray flung into the air by the white foam, making the air have a tangy quality to it. The roof tiles where clinging on to the rafters for dear life, threatening to lose their grip and be tossed about by the relentless charging of the wind. The rain pounded down the broken glass, pouring in through the broken window and through the holes in the roof. Through those holes she could see the racing sky the angry vicious sky with raging horsemen chasing mighty flashes. She pulled her knees to her chest as best she could, pushing her back into the wet and mouldy wall. The wooden floor was soaking, the boards gritty and wet. She was freezing her clothes soaking wet and providing no warmth for her thin body. It had been a night like this when she was brought to this place, to this chamber of Horrors. When she had been brought here she had figured that she would be put to work just as she had by The Chosen. But these people had far worse ideas for the people who had been brought here. She wiped her hand across her left cheek wiping away the tear that added to the dampness of her pale face. She had been a prisoner for the last 18 months of her life. She had tasted freedom for only 3 hours before she was cruelly snatched by the monsters who kept her now. She had been here a year, trapped in the dreadful place. With only the other inmates, all to frightened to talk for fear of reprisal. All prodded and probed, and then led to the outside yard and made to huddle together for warmth. This building had once been a prison, but closed more then fifty tears before the virus. It was broken and dirty, the stench of death still hung in the air. The smell of a hundred men fried into the next life. She had resisted them at first. Resisted everything they had tried to make her do. It was her nature, it was the mallrat nature. She was still one of them, still part of their tribe even though she was a million miles from them with no hope of escape. She still wore their mark, except now it wasn't ink, now it was a scar, a jagged scar she had made cutting into her own flesh with a stone, anything to remain a part of them, anything to prove she was still one of them. But eventually it had happened, she was broken down, they beat her, starved her, made it so she had no choice but to comply. It was almost here the thing they had put inside of her, She didn't want to know what it was, She had heard the others screaming, screaming as if their souls were being ripped from them, screaming as if it was their last moment and they were pleading to god for their sins, pleading for a minutes peace from their suffering. There was two of them now, the last two, only one other had held on longer then she. She sniffed, the salt burning her nose. She was so hungry, so cold, so trapped. The horseman raced overhead again. She grimaced a pain rushing forward and stealing her breathe. She couldn't help herself she screamed, a scream that raced over the boundary of the horsemen's hooves. She was found out. The sound of a key in the lock, old rusted metal sliding over another piece of old rusted metal. The wooden door kicked open. She looked up at them, blinded by the sudden burst of light. They seized her, pulling her to her feet. As she was dragged from the room, she saw the other girl, her eyes dull watching as the last one but her was dragged to the slaughter. They dragged her along the corridors, ignoring her screams and cries. She didn't want to die, she was too young to die.