She's not Weak

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I groaned as I was harshly shoved into a smelly, putrid cell by my own mate. The devil has the audacity to punish me for talking back to him.

I outta turn his balls blue.

Aside from the fact I was abandoned by the worst mate in eternity, I took a look around this trash hole. I was in one of the many cells that adorned the two long walls.

Great. I'm stuck in a tiny square inside of a slim rectangle.

The smell is absolutely terrible. It reeks of iron from blood and mold. Let me tell you, the two do NOT mix well.

There was a guy to the left of me. His wrists were shackled above him so his arms made a circle. He didn't have a shirt on, and his pants were all scraggly and torn. The pour soul looks in pain.



Unfinished, I dont plan on continuing it lol.

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