Slow fat drips falling
Metal and stone protesting each other
The high pitched squeaks and tiny foots steps
Every thing echoed down here. From the storms above with rushing water, the carts, the machines, the pipes, the music, even her own chains dragging across the forgotten stone work as she stirred.
Every once in a while she would hear faint voices from above. A laugh. A yell. Words she couldn't understand.
Glazed eyes opened to the darkness. Little claws digging at her gums and lip.
She swung her blistered and bleeding neck, thrashing her mighty head back and forth the stone walls enclosing. Massive maw opening and snapping shut up and down, cracking and crushing the bones of rats in her teeth tearing their bodies as they lay lodged and speared on the rancid sword like teeth as the swarm of rats ran into the darker recesses.
She closed her eyes to the darkness and lay her bleeding head down to the damp ground.