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Another day in this dreadful place. Blankets of warmth pried off Anastasia, a loud voice disrupting the peace Anastasia had grown fond of. Another morning of abuse, torture, and mind-fucking. Another day in hell. It's almost become a job working here, a jb where you don't get paid for breaking your back.
Eyes shot open, dilating at the site of guards forcing Anastasia up. Looking at the men with dead in her eyes, she didn't see the need to fight these men. So, her body laid lifeless, allowing the guards to make the movements for her. Forcing her up, forcing her to walk, and forcing her to sit against the wall as the guards checked her bed for any hidden weapons Anastasia might've made in the night.
This was a regular thing. Something Anastasia has grown use to, a routine. Though odd, it started the day off just right in the hell-bound place. Eyes looked down when the guards flashed Anastasia a glare. A thousand daggers shooting through the woman's heart. How dangerous these people were, and through that glare. It only reminded her of the position she was in, and would be in until the day they snapped her neck.
The guard smirked, forcing the woman to look back up. "Don't be so gloomy. You get to socialize this morning. Ain't that perfect, but don't get used to it." As much as Anastasia liked to socialize, she never got to stay friends with the other inmates. Once they talk, they never see each other again.
However, Anastasia has made it her mission to get to someone. Someone she could trust would be clever enough, as well as strong enough, to help her escape this facility once and for all. It was going to be hard, hell, it's been hard. Every person she has come across don't know a darn place about this facility. Only that the guards were dangerous, and they were to keep their mouths shut.
Anastasia seek'd someone as determined, and brave, as her to get out of here. Today might be the lucky day though. Looking around would be the only way to find out-
Released from her cell, she was moved to the court yard heavily monitored. It was nice to smell the fresh morning air. A small smile forming on Anastasia's lips as she took in a deep breath. It smelt sweet, welcoming...and most of all Anastasia felt at ease for once. Her sanity regained just out in the sunshine!
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