The cell was dark. Hardly fit for human habitation. More like a putrid, foul smelling cave. The young, pretty girl sitting on the floor with her ankles and wrists bound in chains looked very out of place in the slime covered cave.
Katrina, by now, was used to it. Used to it, from crying herself to sleep on the floor, sitting for long hours on the cold stone, thinking.
She almost sobbed again. She still could not come to terms with her father's actions. How he had sold her freedom, how he had let them put her here, how he had let them leave her to rot. How could he, just because she hadn't done what he wished for once in her life! Just because she had someone else who cared for her, someone else who wanted to keep her safe.
But if that person's wishes clashed with Sloan's even on only one tiny detail, in his book, it wasn't happening. Just because she had wanted to be safe in The Spine. And most of all, because he hated Roran…
This time, she really did sob. Oh Roran! she thought. Where are you? Will you ever rescue me? Or had he already forgotten her? whispered a little voice inside her head.
A tear ran down the side of her face, siding down into her copper hair. Somewhere from far beneath her, deep in the Helgrind, a loud Bang! echoed, reverberating around the walls of the distant church-like chamber. Katrina hardly noticed.
What did she care? She didn't really care about anything at that moment in time. She felt tired and defeated. She laid her head down to sleep, feeling a sense of hopelessness spreading through her.
It's been too long, she thought. He'll never come. I should just forget him. That's not what he would want you to think! Whispered the little voice.
But this time it was too quiet to hear.