Author's Note: An attempt at at 100 word fic, inspired by a very noisy clock.

Passage of Time

...tick ...

Which was worse he wondered. Being hung in the darkness unable to measure the passage of time, or being forcibly, audibly reminded of it?

...tick ...

He tried to ignore it. But the sound burrowed into his brain, compelling him to count seconds passing.

...ticktick ...

He ruminated on the clock's poor time keeping, its faintly metallic sound and the dampness of his shirt, before he realised it was the sound of his own blood, spilling across the metal floor of his cell.

His blood, counting the passage of time, until Napoleon came for him, or Death did.