Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140621160637

Julie was dragged through the old camp, hearing the sounds of conversation, laughing and the flickering of domestic flames, coming from what used to be the slave pens. It sounded like a community was being built there...

She was dragged through the prison block, which was now more like living quarters than a prison but to Julie it probably didn't feel much different. She was dragged into a room, which had been prepared for her arrival, which contained nothing but a bucket at the center of the room.