He had been prodded. They couldn't use force as he was thirteen. They hadn't got anything out of me. The Unnamed was angry about this but Vile, Dad hadn't wanted this so the Unnamed had agreed to only prod me until I was fourteen. Then REAL force would come in.
He was fourteen on 16 September.
It was quite far away but the countless attempts of escaping had been terrible and if he didn't watch he would be in here fourteen and die.
He needed to get out.
A escape plan but one thing crowded his mind.
Was she alright.
Had she got out? Was she alive? She could be in a cell in agony!
He needed to get out and find her and keep alive.
Suddenly two RedHoods came to the door.
He sat on the table Four RedHoods, Four SenseWardens, and the Unnamed.
He sat with the prodding stick and poked him.
Dynasty thought about an escape plan, trying to ignore the pain, because the one thing the Unnamed hadn't told Lord Vile was that each time he was prodded he was given a major electric shock.
Sorry I've been distant latley. Been busy. Will be posting more now! Dynasty's back!