Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-30115707-20170123210615

Her freedom gone, she entered the prison, her footsteps giving an uncomfortable ring in her surroundings. Her loose braided hair rested over her left shoulder. The guards were pushy, making it obvious that the only right she had here, was the right to ''​live. ''​But she wanted more than that, she wished she had rethought in the past, knowing that if she fucked up, there would be ​no ​going back.

Once, being locked up in a cell alone, she slumped her self onto the cold floor, the reality sinking and taunting her.

A thought quickly made her question her meaning to live - ​" ​Is this it? ​" A soft stutter echoing through her private space.