"I see you're still alive then, what a shame... still, at least you didn't get out completely unscathed." She sniggered, her voice slightly raspy and out of breath as she motioned towards my bandaged arms and hands; along with my stitched face and slight limp.
Ignoring the pain, I went the rest of the distance to her weakened form and crouched down next to the bars, glancing around her face and body before replying in a low voice, "Well now, I must say that the feeling is mutual in every way, but... I guess I'm the free one here, so my situation is slightly better than yours... wouldn't you think?"
"F**k you." She seethed, as I sighed exaggeratedly with disappointment. I then realised, that this was the perfect opportunity, if not the last, to get my answers from Tinsel-Tree. Plus, maybe
