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This time two months ago exactly, Katrina Riddle was arrested in her own home under suspicion of murder. Which escalated to life imprisonment for more than enough crimes. Two months from that point, Kat was sitting in her cell. She hadn't had any human contact excluding her guards since a week ago. A week ago, the doctors had decided that Kat needed psychological help and analysis. She heard somebody wanted to know why women murder. Apparently Kat is the perfect case study.
She sat on the edge of her bed, face stone cold as the guard flung open her door. They pushed in and rolled up her orange sleeves just to get the cuffs on. If this was a couple of months ago, Kat would of attacked them both by now, but she no longer had the energy. The guards tugged her up and out of her cell. By her assumptions, they were leading her to the psychologist, who would work out what exactly was fucked up in Kat's brain.
Kat strolled out, a blank look on her face with a tinge of amusement. From what she had heard, she was a big deal. Hybristophiliac letters were rolling in, the press wanted to get the newest info on the 'Fire-Wire Strangler.' Everybody was both horrified and shocked by her crimes. The nickname was a little extreme, but it was amusing.
They had tugged her down many corridors before reaching the final destination. One of the guards knocked, "She's here ma'am." The guard looked at Kat with a slight look of disgust; something she was used to now. Kat stared at her guard with a sickening smirk before back at the door again. This was a waste of time. Why not just let her rot in prison like the public demand?
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She sat on the edge of her bed, face stone cold as the guard flung open her door. They pushed in and rolled up her orange sleeves just to get the cuffs on. If this was a couple of months ago, Kat would of attacked them both by now, but she no longer had the energy. The guards tugged her up and out of her cell. By her assumptions, they were leading her to the psychologist, who would work out what exactly was fucked up in Kat's brain.
Kat strolled out, a blank look on her face with a tinge of amusement. From what she had heard, she was a big deal. Hybristophiliac letters were rolling in, the press wanted to get the newest info on the 'Fire-Wire Strangler.' Everybody was both horrified and shocked by her crimes. The nickname was a little extreme, but it was amusing.
They had tugged her down many corridors before reaching the final destination. One of the guards knocked, "She's here ma'am." The guard looked at Kat with a slight look of disgust; something she was used to now. Kat stared at her guard with a sickening smirk before back at the door again. This was a waste of time. Why not just let her rot in prison like the public demand?
@Silentblade328