❛ ––––– fuck you. ❜
she’d been pacing this cell for hours, wishing the walls were built of something other than cement ( can’t punch a hole in cement, but that isn’t for a lack of trying. ) the blood on her knuckles, a testament to her anger, has dried for the most part. she’s likely to pick at the wounds again unless he lets her out of this cage.
the heel of both palms ache when she hits the bars.
❛ this is bullshit ! ❜ two parts defiance and one part fear. doesn’t want to be left alone again, despite knowing somewhere deep in her subconscious and buried beneath all that burning animosity, he wouldn’t just abandon her.
❛ think you can scare me ? this ain’t nothin’. ain’t like you got the balls t’ keep me in here anyway. ❜