The Sorrowful Rebel Victory Of The Rebel Part One

 Escape 

Locc was utterly broken. She had nothing, she was nothing, she meant nothing. All she wanted to do was spend eternity in this cell, where she could no longer get anyone killed. She knew that Wolf Raven would continue to drain her but she did not care. In fact she did not care what would happen to her, after all, why should she?

She cared so little about herself that when they came in to feed her, she barely opened her mouth! She felt the painful hunger but did not care to address it. Maybe the painful hunger was what she deserved along with a death that she knew that would never come.

Eventually she started to get thinner and thinner. Then Wolf Raven came in. Her body barely moved, even her facial features did not change. He walked right up to her and her eyes did not budge.

"Good morning Loc!" He whispered in her ear.

She said nothing. He then punched her in the gut. She barely let out a grunt. 

"I said, good morning Loc!"

She still said nothing. He let out a chuckle.

"Ahh… I see that's how it is. " He said, stroking her cheek. "I heard that you're not eating and now I see why."

He kissed her on the other cheek, looking intently in her eyes. He saw no response as he leaned in closer to her. He kissed the corner of her mouth. No response. He opened her mouth and kissed her, no response. He smiled as he rested his hand upon her chest. She felt all her energy from her but she did not struggle nor did she cry out. He might as well have been talking to a zombie! He pulled away and she closed her eyes.

Then her eyes opened again. She was still where she was. She barely noticed that the cuff around her waist was gone. She did not register the woman that came in here to feed her. She barely did anything. She just wanted to die here. She wanted to starve, maybe that would lead her to her grave. 

Yet, as each day wore on, death eluded her. She became thinner and thinner. Then Wolf Raven would feed upon her, hebwouod get less and less energy from her. She had less and less energy to give. She would sleep a light and dreamless sleep.

Soon she could no longer tell the time or if it was night or day. Then she became thinner still. Everything became a jumbled mess of darkness.

Then she became so thin that a gap appeared in the cuffs. Day by she hung there, the gap became bigger and bigger. It became so big that she slammed into the floor and her bones had become so weak that her shins broke. 

Soon she felt the pain. She groaned as she he felt her legs became itchy as her body healed and her feet regrew. The pain brought her back to her senses. Her mind became more awake and alert after a long time. Once her feet and legs were regenerated she knew what she had to do. She could not set up another rebellion. No, they would only be killed. So she had to do this alone.

She looked aside to see the ocean beside her. She knew that that was the way to go. No. She pulled out her legs and dragged them to the edge and dropped them in. Making sure that there was a blood stain that would make it look like she had dropped into the ocean. She looked at the air vents beside her. She unscrewed the grid and slid in. She pushed her fingers through the bars and carefully screwed them back on. She then crawled in further.