Atroposer

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Kim's glare grew fearful. She pressed her back against the wall so tightly she was certain she would somehow fall through it. Kim watched with a bit of horror as the man also he'd captive went through a pat down. She turned her head to look around at her surroundings. Her stomach dropped at the sight ahead of her at either end. More cells. A cult? This was too much for her. She sneered again, this time at herself for not investing in a security system.

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It happens to the best of us~

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Kim glared at the blanket and killed the bugs that crawled out of it. She had just barely fallen back asleep when she jolted from the loud noise. She groaned and emerged suspiciously. Kim was hesitant to open her arms but she did, not wanting to be brutalized in some manner for disobedience.she finally looked to the other, glaring at him more than anything, as if her discomfort were his fault, or perhaps as she was trying to frighten him into looking away from her own indecency.

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Kim can't believe he actually laughed. She glared at him, angry once more. "I don't get a bed? Even prisoners in worse cells get beds." She wanted to gesture, but she didn't want to uncross her arms in front of him. She cursed under her breath as he left but watched curiously as he left the door open. Her toes curled a bit as she stepped to it. The unwelcome and rarely felt emotion of fear took her again as she squinted in the darkness. Was it night or were they underground? She tip toed past the door and tried to look around again. She knew there was someone else, but frankly, she couldn't bring herself to care.

She jumped back in her cell regardless. No. She didn't yet know the way out and she couldn't risk running further into their clutches. She had too much to lose.

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It's a giant floating ice burg and doesn't contribute to society. It's like the free loading cousin who only shows up to family reunions that involve free food.

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Ha! Then I'll keep my mouth shut (something rare for me)

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Had Kim been lacking in discipline, she would have laughed at his lackluster answer and lack of dominance over the situation despite being a guard. Subconsciously, her dark eyes cut to the open door and she grimaced. No, this had to be some sort of test... His accent seemed southern. How long had she been out? Long enough to travel what had to be at least ten hours. Or maybe he was out of place. She cocked her head back as though she were looking down on him.

"What? Am I a sacrifice?" She sneered.

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Different people??? Ahh I'm intrigued! Or same person different mask???

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Angry was an understatement. She was asking with a mixed feeling of terror and helplessness and rage. There was nothing she hated more than being at someone else's mercy. Kim was trembling by the time she heard another interaction. She pressed her ear against the crack in the door. She couldn't hear words clearly, but she could hear someone she didn't recognize that she guessed was another prisoner.

Kim shot back but stayed on her feet this time. She crossed her arms over her chest, half in modesty, half in attitude. "That noise," she practically growled as soon as her door was opened. "What type of psychological warfare is it? What do you want?"

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My posts will be short until it begins to get exiting, that's normally when my posts gain length. Apologize for the shortness of the current.

@Skinner35

Not a problem on this front !