Adventuring through twisted time.
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.