Snow White: Prison Memories
No windows. Only walls with the same thick cobblestones to keep them in bay. No fresh air came inside aiding to remove the stench of their wastes, the feces and their urine, absolutely not a relief from the vile-induced vomiting sensation bubbling out of her throat. No matter how many times she came across here, she cannot stop herself from doing so, to maintain that reclusion from spitting out of her. They would be most fortunate when the heavens poured rain enough to creep its way inside, for them it was the cleansing away from the stench, washing the dirt including their. Unfortunately, the cold often made its way if that was the case, a potential sickness leading to the cause of their untimely, undeserved death. Then there was Agron, in the corner of his cell waiting for her as us
- Writer
