Punishment

Valine slowly opens her eyes, blinking several times to adjust her vision. Groaning, she sat down feeling her back stiff from lying on the cold floor. Her brows furrowed instantly when she was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Inside some prison cells lies chains covered in large bones, broken stone, and ash, somehow untouched by time and the elements. What is this? Medieval Period? She strained her eyes, trying to see past the shadows on certain cells, but she eventually gave up because of the headache she was getting as she scowled deeply. Leaning against the frigid wall, she sighed and looked around her prison cell. Fortunately, her cell was clean, but she was unable to mask the foul odor that pervaded the space. She hugged her knees, hiding her face on her knees. That bastard drugged her. If she was not mistaken it was a sleeping drug. 'Amaris' she called for her wolf in her head. 'Are you okay?' 'Yes. Valine, you ought to have given