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I'm going to die here-2- Weeks passed, and she kept her silent tongue. They lived in a prison. More importantly, they lived well. There were many people of all ages, genders and races here. Carol took the best care of her, treating her as a mother would treat her own child. She wasn't stupid, she knew she looked much younger than she actually was. She didn't mind being treated like a child, they asked her to do little and hardly ever asked about her past before arriving here.I'm going to die here-2- by Okamixkeshin
She sat on her torn up prison bunk and tied her hair back, to keep dirt and blood out of it, should she need to go outside today. Carol walked in and smiled down at her, leaning back against the wall. She always looked so warm, and inviting, not matter how anyone else felt. She loved that about Carol.
"Do you feel like telling us your name yet?" Carol asked with a tender smile. She looked down at her hands nervously, instantly, she did not want to talk about anything. She knew she would have to so