To Be Used
She tugged on the ropes half heartedly. The rough material chafed at her wrists turning them a raw red. She knew it was no use, the binds would not come undone. She had been stuck in this small six by three foot cell for the par two months with only a cot in the corner and a tile it in the other for company. Food was slid on a tray under the door to her once a day and that was the only contact she had with the world outside her cage. She was dirty, her normally bright blue eyes were dull and full of pain, her once muscled figure was now much slimmer and she could just see her ribs under her skin. Her blonde hair was knotted and unruly cakes in dirt and …