Aspen
The room was pretty, all pale yellows and blues. It felt friendly and open. Which was the complete opposite to the faces that greeted me every time I opened the door. Which were so hostile, it instantly put me on edge.
I wasn't a prisoner, or so I had been told, and the door wasn't locked, but it felt like I was.
Had I escaped one jail cell only to be placed in another, albeit a prettier, more comfortable one.
A gilded cage.
But a cage was a cage
A whole afternoon had gone by since they had tackled me to the ground and forced me to march before them with my arms twisted cruelly behind my back like a criminal. Of course, things were more pleasant now. I had food, and clean clothes and plenty of reading material. There were plenty of things for me to occupy myself with.
But I
