She gave it one last violent shake to try to stump the paralyzing sensations.
"Fuck!" she muttered. No success.
You see she could not move further than her own arm span. Her wrists were shackled to the stone wall.
'Maybe I should just stand until it goes away'
So she did, she pulled on her shackles and stood on her bare feet.
'The ground is cold today, strange'
Puzzled she turned towards her little barred window.
"Ahhhh, I see"
'It's snowing, for the first time since the...'
She paused, eyes starting to burn.
"Can't go there again, I can't go back there again..." she whispered, forcing those emotions back into the recesses of her mind.
"Fuck!"
Frustrated she laid her forehead to the cool stone; eyes shut, willing her composure back.
'I've got to move on, I've got to. There is nothing left for me there.'
"Literally nothing."
In her eyes was a deep sadness, a sadness that could not be classified. It wasn't due to an intimate sort of nature nor was it do to the loss of a material or selfish state. It was a sadness so great it pierced her heart to the very core. Unshakable, it clung not only to her heart but to her mind, affecting her thought evermore frequently.
"I need a distraction, come on a bloody distraction." she said finishing in a higher tone than normal.
Opening her eyes she shifted her gaze from the ground to the window, searching for anything, anything that may distract her mind.
With panic, her eyes surveyed the grounds surrounding the building. Nothing. She looked a bit further into the forest of dense pines. Still nothing. She shifted her gaze to the left and found two men tying the hands of a male captive around a pole.
'Finally'
Mind engaged she began to observe the men.
'Burly, muscular and in good health. Guards.'
The captive.
'Thin, undernourished, dirty and pale with a red arm band. Definitely an m-class prisoner.'
An m-class prisoner was simply a prisoner that was able to perform some unique work for the establishment such as sewing, cooking or accounting. They were generally more educated then the rest of the prisoners and were sought for their abilities or talents. She had heard of them being spoken of from the guards that circulate her level.
'But why are those bastards tying him up, a person that is useful to them, a person that does not need to be rotting away like the rest of them, a person who has access to other places besides the miserable confines of a cell.'
Frustrated once again she looked on.
Having finished with the captive, a blond haired guard picked up a bucket from a spot behind the brown haired one that was initially concealed from her sight. He walked over to the prisoner and threw its contents onto his body then they both took off.
Puzzled, she squinted her eyes to see what liquid had been chucked onto the captive when she heard a yell border lining a howl directly below her.
'Probably one of the guards'
Then she heard it, a distinct but unmistakable howl in reply from beyond the forest. She instinctively stiffened. Her blood running cold as it suddenly dawned on her.
Wolves started to emerge from the forest; some big beasts with the most stunning black coat she had ever seen make their way slowly but surely towards the captive.
With dread she silently turn away from the window, closed her eyes and slid to the floor.
She didn't have to look anymore to know what was going to happen, the screams of agony of the captive and growls of the wolves were proof enough.
Neither did she need to wonder anymore what had been in the bucket; it was obvious to her now, as obvious as the blue sky.
It had been blood.