The high back chair was comfortable enough, even if it was a little scratched and dented after the a***e it had suffered at my hand. Having been here for more than twenty-four hours, I had calmed down much more than when I was first locked away.
When I was first locked away, I explored every door and window that might yield to my freedom. The chair where I now sat was heavy and cumbersome, but I had managed to pick the blasted thing up and toss it at the window. However, it did no good. The window was shatterproof, and the chair neatly bounced off it without even making a scuff mark on it.
Screaming my voice raw did no good, nor did cursing the man that put me here. Trying to convince the pair of guards to release me was never going to happen, though I did try to talk to the wom
