Post by Edith Byron on Jul 2, 2023 6:19:58 GMT -5
[For @temperance | a week or so after Gunne's arrest]
She restraints had left some bruises on her wrist, because Gunne had fought against them and the guards leading her to Beldam. She still didn't understand how Cam Pyetr had found out about everything she had said and done, but in the other hand she also knew that she hadn't been very cautious when it came to spewing hatred against the Rainecourt family. And now she would pay for her mistakes.
The woman had never heard of Beldam before, and most likely she still didn't know the name of the facility she had been brought to. She was put in a cell and she hadn't had much interaction with anyone over the last week. No news about her children, no news about if anyone has found Romulo's body. Gunne was barely anything more than a shadow of herself by now. She was alone and on the verge of breaking completely. She was a nobody now. Not quite a Morrigan and not quite a Cortell.
During her first few days in the cell she had wondered if Keelan Morrigan would be looking for her. They didn't meet up a lot, but maybe he would have sensed that something was going on. If Cam didn't tell her family where she was, they would soon start to realise that she was gone. Was Rosamere Osxiano also here? Was this why they hadn't been able to find her? Gunne could only hope her cousin was kept in a cell somewhere in this building as well, because it would mean she was still alive.
There wasn't a lot of natural lightning in her cell, so she had lost track of time, and of how many nights had passed since her arrival. The only indication of time she had, was when someone came to drop off some food. But the people who brought it never responded when she asked to see Cam, or to know how long she would be in here for.
The constant dripping of water in the corner of her cell was becoming to sound like a never-ending song to her. But the song was also starting to drive her crazy. The woman ripped off a part of the dress she was wearing and put it on the ground, so the droplets would be absorbed by the cloth, which would hopefully stop them from making sound when they hit the floor.
Gunne sat back down on the cot in her cell and leaned her head against the wall behind her. She wondered if she would die in here.
She restraints had left some bruises on her wrist, because Gunne had fought against them and the guards leading her to Beldam. She still didn't understand how Cam Pyetr had found out about everything she had said and done, but in the other hand she also knew that she hadn't been very cautious when it came to spewing hatred against the Rainecourt family. And now she would pay for her mistakes.
The woman had never heard of Beldam before, and most likely she still didn't know the name of the facility she had been brought to. She was put in a cell and she hadn't had much interaction with anyone over the last week. No news about her children, no news about if anyone has found Romulo's body. Gunne was barely anything more than a shadow of herself by now. She was alone and on the verge of breaking completely. She was a nobody now. Not quite a Morrigan and not quite a Cortell.
During her first few days in the cell she had wondered if Keelan Morrigan would be looking for her. They didn't meet up a lot, but maybe he would have sensed that something was going on. If Cam didn't tell her family where she was, they would soon start to realise that she was gone. Was Rosamere Osxiano also here? Was this why they hadn't been able to find her? Gunne could only hope her cousin was kept in a cell somewhere in this building as well, because it would mean she was still alive.
There wasn't a lot of natural lightning in her cell, so she had lost track of time, and of how many nights had passed since her arrival. The only indication of time she had, was when someone came to drop off some food. But the people who brought it never responded when she asked to see Cam, or to know how long she would be in here for.
The constant dripping of water in the corner of her cell was becoming to sound like a never-ending song to her. But the song was also starting to drive her crazy. The woman ripped off a part of the dress she was wearing and put it on the ground, so the droplets would be absorbed by the cloth, which would hopefully stop them from making sound when they hit the floor.
Gunne sat back down on the cot in her cell and leaned her head against the wall behind her. She wondered if she would die in here.