This Scarlet Thread
Feyi's heart pounded in her chest. Her nervous eyes darted from one end of the prison to another, seeking an escape route. Darkness as thick as black stared her in the face. Blood curling screams of the numerous babies she had aborted roared in her ears and she wanted to slam her hands against them to stop the deafening noise, but two solid chains dragged her hands back down to the floor. She twisted her hands in the cuff, trying to wrench them free, as tears of regret poured from her eyes. But they wouldn't give. The chains, though old, where still very strong and she began to feel the familiar sting of her flesh cutting, as blood seeped out of her wrists. Her stomach grumbled ferociously, threatening to tear to shreds if she didn't eat. Every night, a grotesque looking hand would slide a tray of lies under the prison door. She ate the Devil's lies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She had no choice. If she didn't eat them, she would starve to death. They were lie