Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24489208-20130823181902/@comment-11457306-20130824025757

Torene had regained some of her control as she stomped back to the cell. Her magicka boiled and simmered along with her anger. With difficulty she suppressed the buildup in her palms. She had been a fool. This was not like the outside world. It was too contained, too controlled. How she longed to be back with the coven. There no men bothered or presumed to control. Now because of this one miscalulation, she would rot here. NO--make that two. Killing those guards was the first. She should have let them rape her.