by Thaedael » Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:41 pm
It was maddening, she was left alone to steep in her own hatred of the man. What could have easily been a few hours felt like days, anger boiling past her temples. She punched at the padded walls, their form to prevent her from hurting herself, though she knew her own strength. "He is dead, he is fucking dead, next time I see him, he is going to get shanked, murdered, and drowned face first in shit" she said pounding her hand against the wall.
It wouldn't be too hard. A car bomb, an in-mate stabbing him, a gang shooting. So many things she could orchestrate. She stopped punching the wall, slumping down into the corner, a cold sweat breaking out along her skin. She fucking hated isolation, to this day. She had dealt with it enough as a kid.