, 'ʇsol noʎ ,- ɐu︎ɔǝʌ
, ¡ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno ǝɯ ʇǝl ,
THERE WAS SUDDEN RATTLING ON THE CELL DOOR, THE INMATE SCREAMING FOR HELP FROM ANYONE.
ANYTHING.
, ¡ǝsɐǝld ,
EVERYONE IGNORED IT. THAT'S ALL THEY COULD DO. THAT INMATE WAS THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE IN HERE.
TRAPPED.
,¡pɐp,
THE RATTLING STOPPED.
SILENCE.
'𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲...'
FLAKES OF DRIED RED FELL AS THE INMATE BEGGED. BEGGED TO BE LET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE.
wherever that was.
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