The Ship of Theseus

The sound of chains woke Zoe from her restless sleep.

She could faintly hear the sound of water dripping.

In a slow, constant motion.

Drip......

Drip.....

She tried lifting her head, only to instantly regret the motion of moving it.

Her entire body had groaned with the effort.

The blood had stopped oozing from her for quite some time now.

She was, physically, in near perfect shape.

Her captor had taken care of that. To make sure she didn't die.

It was the mental stress that was destroying her.

It was the fact that she was completely powerless. There was nothing she could do to stop her captor.

Disempowerment is the worse feeling a human could ever experience.

She heard the door groan open once more.

Her entire body shivered.

Not in anticipation, but in anguish.

Her eyes, once filled with confidence, love, and determination turned to her captor.

Jack had entered the small room.

Finally, some sort of light entered the dark corners of the room.