Pain woke her. She had passed out when Morrigan toyed with her for a couple of minutes with dark magic.
Aire opened her eyes slowly and immediately regretted it. Every part of her body hurt.
Her wrists burned. Her shoulders ached. Her ribs felt bruised, and even breathing seemed like work.
For a long moment she simply lay there, staring upward.
The ceiling above her was made of cold cracked black stone.
Aire frowned.
She sat upright immediately, but that was a mistake, as pain shot through her body.
Aire hissed and grabbed her side.
The movement caused mud to squelch beneath her.
Mud.
Aire froze.
Slowly, she looked down. The floor wasn't made of stone, wood, or even dirt. The floor was mud.
Dark wet mud.
The entire cell floor was covered in it.
Aire stared at it, then she laughed once.
A short disbelieving sound left her lips. This was what her foolish acceptance to a little girl had brought her to.
They threw her into the mud.
Why wouldn't they?
