Prologue
About 20 years I have been stuck here in torchwood prison.
Imprisoned, chained, tortured and starved.
A metal collar fastened tightly around my neck, blades only centimetres from being plunged into my flesh, at first sign of escape, anger, or dangerous proximity.
Chains are also cuffing both my arms and legs, dead locked to the wall.
No escape.
A bowl of now stagnant water sits in front of me, though just out of my reach. On it is etched 'Fido'. My guards had found it quite funny, though given my position I wasn't in any mood to laugh about it myself; especially not in the faces of my cruel captors.
One thing for sure, was that I was trapped far beyond my ability to escape.
Trapped like a dog – no pun intended.
Such dank and dark conditions are not intended for a girl, I often find myself thinking; but never aloud, no one would listen anyhow.
Waiting seems to take forever, and unfortunately forever I shall have to wait – for as an added inconvenience on my behalf, I cannot just simply die- until someone rescues me- should it ever be a possibility.
Too long have I waited to be rescued- it seems I've been waiting since long before now, even when everything seemed perfect. From birth, people had said how strong I was- or rather would be-, and yet all I was presently was vulnerable. I never understood the mechanics of it fully.
But to move on from this point, I need to recall the past and come to terms with it. That means I must recall from where and when it all changed; and it's a long journey starting so, so far away...