#Chapter 129: It Wasn’t Enough

Theo The cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man. My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my ears. They’d had their fun, letting me stew in the dark for so long, pushing me to the edge of my patience, but it was over now. My father was not getting over my apparent ‘rebellious’ actions this time. I stood up straighter than I felt, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground to avoid meeting anyone's eyes as I pulled my arms from the guards. At least I was free. That cell was hot box under the ground, the sun blistering each day. I whipped the grim from my forehead. God that sucked. No food, little water. Pretty sure one of the guards let a leak loose on me. I smelled myself, cringing. Yeah… he did. The rogue camp buzzed with its usual energy, the sound of crackling fires,