Anwyn

I don't remember my name.

I don't remember my family.

For months, maybe even years, I have been locked in this tiny cell, chained to the walls. The room is dark, damp, and cold.

The men visit me often, but not too often.

The one with golden red hair likes to play with me the most. He is almost always here. Him and that other man who leeches darkness.

They want answers to questions. But I have learned never to speak to them.

It may be my mistake as it only makes the beatings worse, but I simply do not have the answers for them. Their complex questions about queens on a different continent.

Today was different. Worse.

The golden red man had left, and the other man came into the cell alone. His slap burned as I woke from the little sleep I do get while chained. Without a word, he hoisted me up and chained me to the ceiling, gave me a drink which he forced me to take and that was it. I remained paralyzed before blacking out against the pain.

He came in again two more times that I can remember, giving me that drug.

I never screamed, never called for help for I knew it would never come. I saw their pointed ears. I knew the fae did not care for the humans so why would they come save me?

The last time someone came into the cell it was not the man, but two different men. Forcing me into an outfit before forcing a large glass of water down my throat. My body becoming limp, the world swaying and darkening, before death embraced me for good.