Tuesday Tales - Strong

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “strong”.

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There was a thin line between reason and sheer insanity. Artemis was barely holding onto it. She was getting used to the strong stench of mildew and sulfur that surrounded her cell. The devices that discerned day from night no longer worked. Maybe these people or creatures or whatever they were intended for it to happen that way. 

All she was aware of was that if she didn’t get her power back soon and escape from this hell, she was going to lose her mind. 

She would take a few of them down with her into that deep, dark spiral. 

She sucked in a bitter breath to focus herself once again. She had to stop thinking like a goddess. She had to think like a woman. If she couldn’t will the door of her jail open, maybe there was another way. 

She squinted to search the area right outside the enclosure. There wasn’t much lying around the stone floor. A bulbous guard with flushed red skin was fast asleep on a stool, his body leaning against the wall for support. He has a string of drool hanging from the corner of his cracked lips. He smelled bad enough to overpower the mold. There was a stray breadcrumb tucked in the crack of the rocks. They weren’t going to be much help. 

Something was lying on the floor, however the room was too dark to make it out clearly. It was thin and metallic, which ruled out any vermin. 

Artemis blinked hard a couple of times then refocused. She glanced up at the guard and then back to the object with a grin. 

Did should probably do a better job hanging onto his keys. She found her means of escape. How was she going to get a hold of them and tug them to her?