Night Terror – Monday Drabble – (a story in 100 words)
All he could hear in the dark was the sound of his own breathing. How long had it been? Time seemed to have lost its meaning. They would be sorry. Fools, always frightened by what they don’t understand. He tugged on the metal that bound him; his wrists burned with the effort. We’ve lived amongst them for centuries, how did they find out?
From the small window high above him, he saw the full moon was rising. Did they really think these iron links would hold him? The first surge of pain swept through his body.
“It begins,” he whispered.
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