Susan thinks about her fate.

Done with Sarah for now, Susan looked around the cell, hoping desperately that she could find something she hadn't spotted before. Some conveniently hidden escape hatch, perhaps, or a bundle of keys secured behind a bucket. No such luck, the room was bare save for the two of them, not even a bed to rest upon. There were sockets in the walls for chains or manacles, but none of them were currently in use. There was no window through which she might call for help, and the only light came from the hallway - which she could see through the barred metal door which blocked her from her freedom.

Morosely, Susan moved towards the door, and kicked it a few times. It didn't do much to help her escape, but she felt a little bit better. Then, she went back to her corner of the room, sitting with her back to the wall, the stone felt cold to her behind, and she shivered, wishing she had some more clothes.

Susan wasn't a fool. She knew she was in a very bad situation. That bastard lord had brought her in to be his sex ****, and the very thought of it sent lanes of disgust shooting through her. The very concept of what he wanted her to do, and what he had already made her do. She knew that he was sadistic, as interested in her suffering as in her body.

The coming days would be very hard indeed, but she was determined to live through them. To survive, and to find a way out.

That way, one day she could come back and burn this castle to the ground.