Chime strained her arms under steel fetters. She had just woken up, and unfortunately, remembered how she got there.
A nurse, eight-foot-tall and grey-skinned---pupils rectangular like a goat's, had used his three-fingered, meaty hands to pry her palms from her face. They had been pressed into her cheeks, to maintain that she wanted to continue hitting herself. "Knock it off," he said in a rough accent that was jaguar-like.
She dropped her cheek into blond ringlets. In the weak flow of her thoughts, she could do nothing but repeat "freedom" in baseless hope before her vision blurred and then darkened.
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Gehenna
Science FictionFor the february SciFi competition. I had a lot of fun with this one, not only with the text but also in making the cover art. I drew it with my finger!
