Shackles !

Water! ... She would give her soul for a drop of water in this dark and terrible place.
How long had she been there? Will it ever end?
Her wrists had long stopped feeling anything , as she hung against that cold and unforgiving wall. The hard shackles that bound her had long left their mark , not only on her delicate flesh , but in her soul.
All for no more than a few words...
Had she wanted to die? Had she tempted fate so foolishly, because there was so little left to live for?
Dark Doom was the highest authority in Shadowdale , and of all people that Elektra could have offended... She picked the most dangerous of all.
Elektra no longer cared, having lost her powers, her child and nobility, and even her husband , who had followed her to this place from Moonshae islands, was ever do distant to her now.
Yet... Somehow this punishment, harsh and intolerable as it was, was giving Elektra a new appreciation for life, freedom, and a crucial lesson in showing respect to those who wield profound power.
The endless time that she hung there, unable to even hold her head up, she thought ... Imagined... And schemed...