It's so hard to break the chain. Made of iron. It's rusted in some spots and some of the links stick making the leash stiff in areas, but it's indestructible. It's bolted to wall almost two feet deep, growing inches deeper as the days slide by. A wall just like any cells should be. Concrete and buried. Underneath ancient halls and labyrinths of an abandoned mansion long forgotten. In a small trash can in the back of your mind. Sometimes the cuffs will slip off wet from my useless tears. I'll get just out the door... the chain finds me and clamp it's self tighter. At first it doesn't seem that bad. My captors feed me and socialize with me, but then they start to get lazy and sooner or later they don't come back. There I'll sit in pain and agony until I can free myself once more in a vicious parasitic cycle. Leaving me weaker and more used each time. One day I won't escape.. I'll just lay there and except what become of my life. Until then all I can do is keep holding on to hope.
