[Ash]: 102.Contests.AWC1

In the distance of the mystifying cell, the radiating sound of dripping was staggering to sleeping ears. A thin girl sitting up to the enveloping darkness looked over to the thin beam of light bearing in from out side. Touching a quivering hand, carefully she felt around to the source of nourishment by crawling around on weak knees.

She, feeling it up, began to get progressively violent, banging and screaming for attention. The respond came in the form of the butt of a gun smashing into her nose from the slot. The slot moved as she discovered it was a door that opened wide. All she could make out against the blazing florescent light with the figure of a poorly exercised man with a large pot belly and a long thin gun in his right hand.

Backing to the corner she knows that not much can help her now. He steps inside. With fluent motion he takes a swing at her with the rear of the gun once more. It touches, striking her fiercely in the stomach. Her body lurches over and she can feel blood approaching her mouth. She’s attempting to swallow while he snickers and struts out of the room slamming the door.

A sound like thunder lets her know she is safe of current. She feels a sting in her throat and coughs up a wad of blood upon the hard concrete floor. She wipes her face off and slowly begins breathing again. She can feel her rib cage ache and turns over on her side clutching her stomach. Maybe tomorrow, she thinks, maybe tomorrow I can escape here. Sniffling in pain, she is falling asleep with the radiating sound of dripping as a morbidly sweet lullaby.