Here's the second chapter!

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Did you know there's 23.7 billion chickens in the world? What would you do to fight off 3.4 chickens coming after you?

I thought the dance above was super sad!
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My body fell into the little hole, dark walls were compressed against me.

My poor back hit the floor with a soft thud, my backpack most likely saving me from a broken bone. 

 I tried to block off thoughts of the destruction of my village but the smell of smoke and the piecing screams of terror haunted the back of my mind. Punching the ground, I shook my head and tried to think of a way to escape.

Groaning in effort, I stood up and tried to look around. Around me was maybe a small circular shaped area, maybe twelve feet in every direction. The floor was marked with dark gray stone that seemed to suck out happiness and reeked of despair.

Looking up, was maybe thirteen feet of dark gray stone that I'd have to climb to escape. It would've worked too, if I knew how to do a pull up.

Cursing my weak body, I dropped my backpack and walked around the circle, looking to see anything new. On the wall to the left was black markings contrasting the gray around me.

Walking closer to the markings, I limped to what appeared to be tally marks?

There were hundreds of them, small slim marks crossing each other. There was two small words that blurred with age but with my face almost pressed against the wall I read,

Nana Shimura.

Stumbling backwards and accidently losing my hairpin, I realized that someone before me was kept prisoner here for years!

No wonder there was an perfectly circular hole in the corner of this cave! Some dragon shifters must have kept this Nana person captive!

I was screwed. Pacing back and forth I limped so that I wouldn't have a panic attack. Even now I could feel my breaths being faster and erratic. Clutching my neck, I tried to take deep and slow breathes.

I looked around once again and focused on five separate objects. My red shoes, the charcoal hidden in the shadows, my white hair pin on the ground, a vibrant blue stone, and my backpack.

 Taking another deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to listen to four sounds. My loud heartbeat drumming,  the slight rumbling coming from my stomach, my footsteps as I paced, and the sound of the dragon moving from above.

 Releasing that breath I went to touch three objects, my hand brushing against the smooth cave wall, the fabric of my clothes, the slight lumps of charcoal. 

Taking in a breath I tried to distinct two scents, pulling my arm to my nose I took in a whiff before scrunching my nose at the smell of sweat, before looking up and closing my eyes as I smelt the barest amount of pine trees. 

Slightly relaxing, I focused on what I could taste, wiping my tongue over my split lips, I could taste the iron in my blood. Finally, I opened my eyes and felt myself calm down.

"You will get through this," I said to myself.

Going back to where I landed I sat back down, my injuries, despite being nothing to an alpha, was running the risk of getting infected.

My stomach growled, demanding to be fed, it's growls echoing through the cave.

I didn't like this, but I liked living more than dying so I called out," Dragon-san?"

I heard a crash coming from above and then a head popped up.

It was a very nice head. I probably would have fell for him if he wasn't such a bastard and didn't destroy my village.

Fluffy ash blond hair fell into his face and narrow crimson eyes peered down at me.

"What?" He snapped.

"I'm bleeding, hungry, and I need water," I said, focusing on my words so that I wouldn't stutter and sound less convincing. 

Honestly, I was more starving than hungry. I haven't ate anything at all this week because of my heat. Already I could feel the pangs of my stomach eating itself like a desperate rat.

The dragon-man glared down at me with a fierce expression before disappearing. Well, at least I tried. What did I honestly expect? Bandages and clean water. Shaking my head, I grabbed my backpack to use as a pillow, ready to curl myself and mumble the history of great heroes to focus on something other than my hunger. Maybe start off on Red Riot, I heard that he was All Might's apprentice and that he had defeated dragon's before. Only to be rudely cut off from the beginning of the tale by a  blanket wrapped around a few objects being thrown to the ground. 

Looking up from the blanket, I noticed that the dragon was looking expectantly at me. Tch, I'm going to need to be polite. Nice people get nice things, I thought.

"Thank you Dragon-san," I said.

"It's sama, you damn extra!" The dragon-man hollered, before leaving my sight once again.

"Tch, more like teme, the bastard." I mumbled. Hearing a crash I jumped, but upon seeing no danger I just assumed the dragon made a mess.

Limping towards the blanket, I bent down to grab it. Walking back to my backpack, I sat down and looked at my loot.

A loaf of bread, slightly charred meat, a full waterskin, a stained pillow,  and a few rough strips of cloth. 

Well, at least I have things that require my immediate needs. Even if their subpar, beggars can't be choosers after all. 

Sighing, I got up and faced the small ticks on the wall that this "Nana" person made before walking over to the small lumps of charcoal and before retreating back to my original place to make a tick on the wall for myself. 

I have a feeling that I'm going to be stuck here for awhile.

$$$$ \o-o\

So for the next five days I have been stuck in this pit with nothing to do besides counting my girl Nana's tic marks over and over and over again until she actually dreamed about them once.  You can quiz me on how many tic marks there were and you can bet that I would know the answer would be 2,519. 

"I'm so boooored," I drawled out. "I'll take crude poetry about me over this." Which was true, most of the men who wanted to be her mate tended to make horrible poetry verses about how her hair was the most exquisite shade of broccoli or how her freckles were like scattered around her body like ants. It was her own  humiliating brand of hell. One time, this beta dude sang about how her breasts were like bouncing coconuts, she ended up beating the shit of him with her trusty pan.

She would take those disgusting verses over being stuck with nothing to do. Over these days she's been trying to escape, obviously, with no luck. Every time she tried to scale the walls she'd end up falling on her ass or back. She had bruises in places she didn't even know existed. 

She would do anything to go back a week ago when all she needed to worry about would be satisfying her heat. 

Her wishes for something to do ended up coming true.

/o-o/ $$$$$

In order to get objects she needed she had to  make gold for the dragon-teme who refused to give her his name. Which, she supposed, was better than selling her body to get a meal. For every 10 pounds of gold she made she would be able to get one thing she would need or want which was a bit of a rip off for her. One pound of gold would have been able to buy ten cottages for her, not just a single meal.

Bastard!

That dragon is such a bastard!

All of her hard work only gave her her 3 meals for the day and a spare set of clothes. 

Just you wait, you bastard, I thought. I'll get my revenge!