Drip. Drip. Drop-drip.
She had never thought of water torture as actually effective, but this was starting to drive her nuts.
Drip.
The bars of the cell were clammy to the touch, cold metal that stretched from rock floor to rock ceiling.
Drip-drop drop. Drip.
She could hear the faint sounds of the guard's heels down the long corridor, a brisk clack-clack that added to the endless monotony of sounds.
Drip. Drip. Clack-clack-clack.
A slight breeze made the torches on the wall opposite her cell sputter.
Drip. Clack-clack.
Red eyes abruptly glinted out from a dark corner of the hall.
"Took you long enough."
A dragon the size of a small dog slid away from the shadows and crawled into her cell, his dark scales glinting in the faint circle of torchlight. She took the keys from his teeth, avoiding their sharp points. "Why are you in this form?", she asked, putting the key into the lock.
The dragon grumbled.
"Fine, then. Let's just get out of here."
