LAMIA

A month, more, maybe less, I had counted 19 days that had gone by, I was sure my number was off though. I could only tell the days from the small amount of light that filtered into the dark, musky dungeon I was chained in. I couldn’t account for the days that I was unconscious, and it was hard to figure out if a day had skipped when I would black out.

I didn’t know how long I had been here, in all honesty. But it was too long.

The last thing I remember was being ...