Insula

Insula
Fed, watered, exercised, the guards would see the woman had at least the basic of necessities. She was allowed a few ihn within the clearing of the springs. The walk had brought a bit of color to her cheeks as well as a bit of purpose to her day in being allowed to serve. Silence had been much of her world and she had been hesitant to speak within her serve. Given chance she chose the season.
The time alloted had come all too soon. She was offered release to rejoin the guardsmen as they departed. It was only then that she caught sight of the young man indulging in a lost art of folding rence. Something about him beckoned to her and she had slipped from the harsh grasp of the men only long enough to offer a smile before they forced her down along the path.
The dreariness of the rented insula would become the womb once more. There had been no major expense offered in the furnishings, meager, dank and ill-used. The men would leave her within to search for an offer of coins or the festivities of the taverns. She gave no thought to why they did not partake their pleasures of her. Simply finding the absence of light soothing.