Erthymea stared at the guard watching her, the person gripping the rifle they were given tightly. They eyed each other in silence, not moving one bit. They hadn't fed her in days like they do every once in a while when she refuses to provide information on Jamal and the others. Were they still alive? She couldn't remember but she hoped so.
A door creaked open, and she turned to the direction to see Youden walk in front of the cell, peering down at her before directing the guard to leave.
"Hm, you look well." he noted, as he didn't even bother opening the door.
"You still look sick from last time." she stifled a laugh, before beginning to cough heavily.
"Ah, looks like your frail body is giving up by the day. Why bother? You have nothing left. Boom is dead, no, the entire force is! You're the only one I haven't killed yet, and you know exactly why."
"I'm not giving you the information for the vials." she coughed some more, drool coming out of her mouth.
"My goodness, someone get some water!" he cried out, with someone coming with a bowl of water. "Drink up."
Erthymea watched as he placed the bowl inside the cell, close to the door. She looked at him, as he smiled, waiting for her to drink. She was thirsty, and he knew it too, as she crawled towards the bowl, before downing the substance.
"Imagine if you gave all the information I needed." he cackled as he swatted the bowl away from her, causing the water to spill everywhere.
Erthymea didn't even bother to fight back, as she continued to sip it from the ground, desperate for the final drop. Youden looked in disgust until she finished and stared back at him, almost dog-like.
"I'll let you go, if you speak about them. Anything. That's all I ask. This one time, I mean it." he said, getting to her level.
Erthymea stared at him. Her chance to leave her, freedom again. It would all be hers. She couldn't let it go like this, could see?
"Jamal knows of the vials," she told him remorsefully.
"There we go. Now I'll let you out, in a few more days. Of course, once I get more information that is." he grinned, as he began to walk away.
"More? You said that was enough!" she cried out, stretching her hands out the cell, before getting them slammed against the bars by the guard with the rifle in his hands.
"Erthyemea, you have much more to do. So better start now." Youden looked at her one last time, before leaving the dungeon, moans of despair ringing behind.