Iris
I slumped against the cold wall, yawning and feeling increasingly bored. I'd been stuck in this cell all day, listening to the rain fall outside. I wanted to be free, to go outside and feel the moon on my face.
And not live like some f*****g prisoner.
I should be grateful that I wasn't imprisoned in a public cell alongside crazy inmates. They'd tear me apart and use me for their entertainment and sport.
My stomach growled, reminding me that I needed food. I hoped that someone would bring me food soon. The cell door creaked open, answering my prayers.
I turned to look, and a young woman dressed in a maid uniform stepped inside, carrying a wooden tray. I smelled rice, and my mouth watered.
She placed the tray of steaming chicken and rice pilaf. "Enjoy yourself, Lady," she said but
