Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20200103061012/@comment-44876747-20200120011347

A bright light forced Celeste awake. She was in a room, tied to a chair. There was man standing in front of her.

"Thought you could exscape, huh?" he said. Celeste had a small undertanding of english, enough to understand what most people were saying, but this man had a thick, slurred accent that she couldn't dechiper.

"What?" she said, "I don't undersand, can you repeat that please?" The man roared and slapped her across the face.

"Don't speak in your witch tongues, girl!" He shouted. Celeste understood that much. Her cheek stung her he'd slapped it.

"I don't know any other language," she pointed out. Looking back on it, not the smartest choice she'd made. He drew back his fist, and punched her. Celeste yelped, and whimpered, holding her hand over her eye, were his fist had made contact with the delicate skin of her face.