The Sorrowful Rebel The Promising Rebel Part Eight
The Slave Base Loc could feel was back on the road. Her wrists and ankles were in chains. She could feel a needle in her arms. She looked at the others but did not register them. In fact, her mind registered very little as long as that strange liquid was in her vanes and coursing throughout her body. It was as if she was dreaming even though she knew that she was awake. Then she felt the vehicle stop. She knew that she had arrived. They opened the doors at the back and the first thing she saw was the high stone wall with barbed wire at the top. Then she saw the arch that led to an underground tunnel. It was a dark orange colour. They wheeled her out the moment the gate dropped. She was picked up and forced to walk forward. She noticed that she was being pulled by a coat with bubbles at the end of the coat. As she did, she had a strange thought in her loopy state of mind. Why don't I use my fire? She looked down and focused the heat to her hand but as always, it did not work. She ...