You can't deny that sanity was lacking from this room. The smell of sweatiness and salt from blood was almost as unpleasant as the shackles around their feet. No one knew the time of day; instead, time could counted by the amount of shallow breathe uttered from your shivering cell mates body. Aside from the severe discomfort, I had to find a way of escape.
These eerie stone walls dimed the entire moon's light shining in through the only window of opportunity for escape. Its bars were old from the weather's natural wear and degradation on them. If there was only some way out of these shackles...
There was nothing. For a long time, there was nothing.
The cell doors open. They bring in a man. But this is the woman's cell, right? He was as naked as we were. By the look of his scars on his long, lean, and subtly muscular body I knew he had been whipped....probably tortured and starved.
His hair was a severe dark brown; it was so close to black. It looks as though he is going to be unconscious for a while.
As the guards shackled him down and then left, the atmosphere became gloomier. There is a tattoo his chest was of a wolf silhouette. It looked vicious and sad at the same time. And his member was...
What am I thinking about?! That should be the last thing on my mind. Sexy strangers with kissable lips and...
Ugh! The place has really made me lose it!
My cell mate has never slept this long. I listened carefully.
She's not breathing, I realized. She'd dead. My cheeks tingled. Then I realized I was crying...no sobbing. We spent so much time together and I never knew her name. She was deaf, and it's hard to use my sign language skills all shackled up to the floor and wall.
