Calian

Ten years… maybe. Time no longer made sense. The days blurred together, the months turned into years, and Calian was almost certain the world had forgotten him. He threw a pebble at the cracked wall, laughing humorlessly. Too much time. Years of isolation and torment. He had already resigned himself, although he still carried, hidden, the naive thought that one day he would be found and freed. Her captor hadn't appeared for several days, which gave her time to recover from the last abuse, even though her body still ached. The memory sent a shiver down her spine. The creaking of the door opening instantly made him tense. He watched cautiously as his captor entered, carrying an inert body, carelessly thrown to the floor. I found a little friend for you. Calian didn't dare react. He remained motionless as the door slammed shut. Only then did he turn his gaze to the body lying in the center of the cold floor.