the pits
In one of the cells reserved for malcontents and rabble rousers, there is a new occupant. He looks like he got worked over pretty hard, but most of it is because he refused to just lay down and take it. Had to fight to the very end. Like his life depended on it.
No.
Like Gert's life depended on it.
One hand reaches out to try and cuddle with the bedding, as he's still not accustomed to where he is.
"Mhmm, sweetie, you gotta go easier on me. I'm not made of steel or nuthin. You done bruised me up worse then that first tim-"
That's when he realises his girl isn't there.
"Gert?"
He sits ups suddenly, and winces in pain, biting his lip. God, he ACHES! Those things...
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
No.
Like Gert's life depended on it.
One hand reaches out to try and cuddle with the bedding, as he's still not accustomed to where he is.
"Mhmm, sweetie, you gotta go easier on me. I'm not made of steel or nuthin. You done bruised me up worse then that first tim-"
That's when he realises his girl isn't there.
"Gert?"
He sits ups suddenly, and winces in pain, biting his lip. God, he ACHES! Those things...
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"