Lisa’s eyes snapped open and she instantly recognised where she was. She stood up and groaned, not because of the pain in the back of her head, but because of the garment, she was wearing. There was no way she could fight in this skirt and that Trina b***h took her clothes away. Lisa decided there was nothing for it and ripped the bottom of her skirt off.
Satisfied, Lisa looked around and saw there were no guards. "Huh, they must not see me as a threat!" She mused as she turned to the back wall of her cell. Unbeknownst to anyone apart from the Morningstar family, there was a way out of every cell in the Fallen Angel’s dungeons. It was a way to make sure the leaders were never imprisoned.
Lisa pushed in a few bricks and was happy to hear a clanking sound. The wall slowly moved to the rig
