Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20200103061012/@comment-44876747-20200120230637

Starcloud3 wrote: "You thought you were going to escape?" the man said again. Celeste didn't understand him so she kept quiet. "DON'T IGNORE ME!" he yelled, punching her in the stomach Celeste doubled over, as much as she could tied up.

"You butthole," Celeste managed to spit out in the little english she knew. She'd heard people in the big cars yell it at each other all the time.

(('cept it wasn't butt) ((continuing the torturement of an innocent physcopath . . .)

The man grabbed a fistfull of Celeste's ash blonde hair, using it to yank her head up, facing him. She gritted her teeth against the pain.

He drew back his fist, priming it for a big punch. Celeste tried to shrink away, but he held her in place by her hair. Hist fist made contact with her nose, and she heard a terrible crunch, and screamed in pain. The man let go of her hair, staisfied, and backed away.

"No meals for two weeks," he said to one of the guards. The guards in the room, untied her, and brought her back to her cell. Celeste thought they pitied her, because they didn't trip her or tell her to hurry up, and even put up with half dragging her to her cell, as Celeste was too tired to walk.

But as one of the guards let go to open the cell, door, the other guard, a woman of about thirty, pushed her into her cell, hard.

She looked up at her, and although Celeste wasn't proud of it, a silent tear slipped down her cheek. The guards slammed the door in her face, hard.