Grimy hands grip under my arms. Dragging me. I feel so numb. My eyes are tired, I cannot sleep. Shackles rub welts deep into my ankles, but no wound is deeper than the wound of losing a brother. No wound is deeper than the betrayal of a rat. Why did I ever trust him? Such power in knowledge, knowledge he should never have had. I curl now, deep in the darkest corners of my hell. My mind torments me more than the demons in their black cloaks. You killed them! You told them to choose him! You coward! You murderer!
Done for the 100 word drabble challenge of 'murderer'