text: Complete and utter darkness was what surrounded her. Kept locked up and put in captivity, held against her will. For days, weeks, months or even years on end. Verity had lost count a long time against. By this point she was losing all sense of days. Not really knowing if it was day or night. It is what happens when you are kept in a dark place with barely any light coming through. Only what kept her going was still hanging onto any thread of hope that she was able to get out of this nightmare. After a while she had started to keep a track of the days, scratching lines on the walls. Making a tally. It wasn’t accurate. Some days she would be too out of it. That's what happened when being kept as a prionser. Feeling weak all of the time. She wasn’t too sure what was happening to her. Truth be told, all of it was just a blur. Verity was innocent, a victim. An easy target. A nobody. Who nobody remembered or cared about. Even when she first went missing, there was nobody who went looking for her. Verity was just another ghost, an innocent soul who was taken. She wouldn’t be missed by anyone. It proved right. Already forgotten by the world. It’s what made her an easy target. The day she was taken she was found wandering the streets having been just left in ruins after being kicked out by her last employer for something she wasn’t her fault.
  For the last week she’d been trying to build up and preserve any strength she had. Plotting and planning her escape. Without knowing who or even what she was up against. All she was hanging onto was any thread of hope that she would be able to escape. It’s what was keeping her going these days. Verity didn’t have a plan exactly, just that she was going to keep on fighting. Today felt all different for some reason. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t know why but it’s how she felt. Unknowing to her but the Sanguine who had been holding her captive was starting to get sloppy. Verity was the longest human who he’s ever kept captive. All of the others hadn’t lasted as long as she. Verity was an anomaly. A fighter.
  The Sanguine had grown tired of Verity. Her blood was getting less and less desirable. It comes to only using one blood supply for so long. Unknowing to him that Verity was starting to regain strength day by day. The Sanguine decided to turn her into a Sanguine just like himself for the sake of it. Thinking that she’d not make it through the transition process with how not many ones do. Yet she did. Verity fought back through all of the pain. Getting her payback by killing the one who locked her up. Winning back her freedom. All she could think of now was escaping, fleeing the hell she’d been locked up in for so long.
  Pure, fresh and warm sunlight that was blinding her. Something she’d not seen for so long. Being trapped and imprssioned kept as a prisoner for however long. The sunlight was all too blinding. All her senses had gone haywire. She kept running and running trying to get as far away as possible. Soon as she entered the street all eyes were on her. People were all staring and whispering. With how others looked, she looked like a crazy woman. Right now that's what she was. Covered in blood, dirt. She quickly hurried and ran away from the main roads going to one of the side roads where she passed out. Unknowing to her that she was found by two men who took her away and locked her up. Thinking and believing that she would be a danger to others.
  When Verity awoke she looked around to find that she was back in a dark room. In another cell. Looking down she saw that she was chained up. Just like before. Already she was starting to panic. Breathing or what was now classed as breathing to her now had become difficult. She might as well have been inside that cell again. Verity was panicking, trying to get out. Clawing and trying to pull at the chains and shackles that bound her. Screaming out of fear and hopelessness. Verity had barely managed to escape one prison to find herself yet again trapped in another.
  She’d barely escaped one prison before finding herself back in another one. Already the paranoia was setting in. Finding herself back locked up once again. A part of her wishes to have died back at the hands of the one she held captive before. Verity didn’t know she could withstand any more torture physically and mentally. Feeling herself drained. Verity couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. Her memory was still all foggy to put together the pieces. All she could remember was getting out, being free then the sunlight was so dazzling. She tried to get to somewhere quieter away but she was feeling so weak she’d passed. Then awoke to find herself here. Chained up once again. Confined to a small space. Kept locked away like a caged animal. How the tables had turned. That she was once a respectful and virtuous woman. Now she felt like a ruined woman. A nobody.
  With any ounce of energy she had left she tried to trash against the chains that bound her from escaping. She’d even tried to scream, making any noise for anyone to hear her hoping that she could be saved. Unknowingly that the screaming could draw the wrong attention to the wrong people. She was now only acting on instincts for survival. Verity nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a voice shouting to her. At first she didn’t know which direction it was coming from. With how dark the room was it was hard to differentiate. Too she had heard faint voices earlier it made her wonder if it was one of them. Her eyes widened as the male yelled, shouting her warning her to be quiet. That the screaming could draw the wrong attention. There was little recognition in her eyes. “I was taken… taken off the streets by a man. He locked me up for a long time then I took my only chance to escape then I found myself locked up again” Her voice was hoarse, low and gravely. It was like she’d forgotten how to speak.
  “Please let me go, I’m innocent. There’s only so much I can endure” She pleaded her innocence. Unaware the reason why she was locked up this time was that she was being seen as a monster. Verity knew she couldn’t cope being locked up again. There was only so much torture she could take for a lifetime.
  All of it was still a blur, not being able to piece together what was real and not real. Her own head and mind felt heavy; it was all just so foggy all of it. Like an endless dream and endless nightmare she was still trying to escape from. Verity was keeping to the shadows at the darker part of the room or more so the cell she was in. The light that was coming in from the small window was still straining her eyes. Being so used to complete darkness. Verity was surprised how the stranger who was keeping her now captive unlocked the door and peered to question her. It was strange to hear voices after being in solitude for so long. The stranger reassured her that he was not going to hurt her but wanted to ask questions. Still she felt nervous, at unease. He spotted the bruising and faint scars on her wrist, pointing it out. The shackle marks were still there, it showed how deep and long she suffered. “It felt like an eternity” She spoke, her voice still sounded strained from not speaking for so long. “I don’t know how long I was kept locked up for. I know it was more than days, weeks or even months” At the start she would scratch on the wall marks to tally up the days but as more time passed the more she’d given up hope of escaping she stopped. That’s when she started to feel a piece of herself slipping away.
  Verity wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain it all. Still she is unsure of it. “I was out walking the streets, I was looking for a place to stay for the night. I had been let go from my last place of work, I was homeless. I never knew at the time that someone was following me. All I remember was I was hit over the head and when I woke up I was locked up in a place just like this one. Hung up with shackles keeping me from escaping” Her eyes glanced down around the cell and to the new shackles that she bore on her wrists. History was repeating itself. “I was locked up in that place for a long time. I was starved and used as a play thing, for him to use and abuse over and over again” She still felt the trickling fear and shame at the same time. For next part Verity wasn’t sure how to explain yet the stranger before her told her to say what happened even though it might sound, this was one of those things. “The man did other things to me” Verity started to say, unsure that what she wasn’t to tell was even real or just the craziness of isolation was making her think what happened. “He bit me, and was drinking my blood. It was like I was being drained. Only making me weaker and weaker. Until he started to get fed up with me, he fed me some of his blood” It all sounded so strange to say out loud even. “After that all I remember was feeling so much pain then I lost control. I think I killed the man who locked me up. I escaped and ran away then I passed out and you found me” This was all she knew and could remember, choosing to tell him all of it in hopes she can be freed and to get out of this never ending nightmare she’s been living.