She would listen to the clock. You could barely hear it from her cell, but if the other prisoners were quiet, you could still make out the ticking.
Tick, tock.
How much of her life had been wasted in here? Listening to that clock?
Tick, tock.
How much longer would she have to wait before the Dark Lord saved her?
Tick, tock.
Sometimes she would wonder if it was even worth the wait... if maybe death would be easier...
Tick, tock.
No. She would keep her sanity, whatever was left of it. She would survive. She would someday come out of this hellhole alive.
