The testament to experiencing new things could be said to be a waste of time. But to the girl, it was everything.
Daily with nothing other than a hopeful desire to see the world, pushed her to make the smallest effort she could to make this wish a possibility.
After all, it was all she could muster at this point.
The routine was the same as always; sleep, eat, torment, blood, sleep. There was no change, except perhaps the small conversations held from time to time with the sister Claudia. Other than that, everything was relatively the same.
That was, well, until the day came.
As slow as ever, the metal door swung open, the sound of its hinges creaking and squeaking as it moved, causing the girl to look up from her position chained in iron at the woman who came in.
