jedi31

The minute hand was a worse tormentor than a the end of a cat-o-nine tails. I sat in my cell and could see the clock through the bars. Nothing to read or even watch except the walls. And unlike a regular prison, I couldn't even talk with my neighbors thanks to this gag. I shifted and that infernal squeak echoed against the bare walls and back to my ears. I looked up and envied the light bulb lighting my cell. At least it was naked. I got up and walked about a little. My heels clicked on the hard floor as I paced. The suit had no give in it, even after these two weeks. Two weeks....all gone. I sighed and thought I would live a good perfect li