Thomas' POV
This is it. This is the rest of me life, how little of it is left. And there's nothing I can do. No way to end to prematurely, no way to get the death I crave for.
This is my prison and right now, the only escape I can see is being six feet under.
Vaguely I hear Silas walk to the other side of the room, and I make myself tune in, hoping to learn the identity of the person that spook out for me, knowing the possible consequences of what happened.
"You will not speak against me again, bitch. I thought I taught you that last time when you couldn't walk for days. I guess I'll have to teach you another lesson." I hear and tears spring to my eyes at the threats, even if they aren't focused on me. There's the shuffle of chains and the movement of a body as someone is unchained and forced to their feet.
