CAELAN
Inside the claimed shanty the room was dim and dull, a perfect place to interrogate a smelly rat. There was nothing fancy inside the shanty but an old table and a chair where she was bound.
A black blindfold secured her eyes. Her blond hair was a total mess; her red lipstick smeared over her lips from crying as well as the stains of mascara coming off her cheeks. Her blond hair was a total mess. Her decent dress-— in her standard of decency— was now unbefitting, showing the cleave of her chest, as the sleeves were patiently holding onto her shoulders.
"Hello? I know you're here. Let me go! Help!" her screeching voice pleaded, but I was having none of it.
Even if she screamed, no one would hear because this place was isolated from the people. In the middle of a forest. Differe
