Jerome Valeska Imagines
Your finger effortlessly ran across the smooth delicate paper; your eyes following your movements by browsing the page as if your attention was fixated onto every word that appeared. However, your mind was anywhere but the magazine you held loosely in your hand. Instead, you listened to the malicious laughs that echoed the spacious hall you sat in.
The thought of being isolated in a prison full of lunatics terrified you, and you strained to focus on anything but the ghastly images that harassed your mind. Your heart pounded hastily against your chest as you let your mind wander..
What did you ever do wrong to get here?
You were framed. That's all you knew. That's all you'll ever know. Someone threw you in this shit hole for no entire reason, and unfortunately your innocence wasn't convincing enough. So now you have to pay the price.
You immediately stiffened when a high-pitched whistle was heard, followed by a set of footsteps inching towards you. You clutched onto your paper with unease, peering out in the corner of your eye to see a black and white stripy figure emerging.