Ameena paced her cell, again. Looking down she could see the grooves now in the floor, a testament to how long she'd been here. Her own feet had made those grooves, feet that never wore out.
How many times had she rattled at the bars, to be heard by no-one?
She wasn't sure, she'd lost count....years ago? Even that she wasn't sure of anymore, the passing of time in a windowless cell, the marks on the wall had lost all meaning, the constant nagging pain in her stomach a reminder that she hadn't been fed in so long that anyone else would have died and by what passing of time she could understand she should have died a very long time ago.
Her capture had been swift, by a vampire she was sure, one who already knew her blood was deadly to it, this had happened as she ventured through some town at night, she'd been looking for some new clothes, maybe some food, she'd been tired of eating things out in the forest and she was terrible at hunting, so she fell to scavenging, but unfortunately at the same time as a local vamp was doing some hunting of her own. Her ability to self regenerate was astonishing, but even so, a hard blow to the head could still render her unconcious, and when she awoke she found herself here, in this cell.
At first the vampire, or one of it's minions would bring her food, not much, but enough to keep the starvation pains away, then suddenly the food stopped, no explanation. As did the visits, no-one came, she shouted, made noise, tried doing anything and everything she could, but no-one came.
Now here she was was, countless days, if that's what the marks meant, she wasn't sure anymore, sometimes she even wondered if the marks were actually hers and not left by some previous occupant. Some days she'd get lucky and a rat would visit her, part of her knew that what she did was disgusting, but she'd long ago stopped caring and just appreciated the brief respite from the constant pain in her stomach....but they were few and far between.
She could also recall she used to talk to someone....the face scratched into the wall, it had a name, but now she didn't talk at all, speaking to someone who never answered back got dull, so she just kept her thoughts to her head...sometimes she made noise, just for the sake of it, but as no-one answered maybe she was mute?
It was an idle thought in passing, as she paced again, having nothing else to do.