danseusenoire

I woke up in a filthy, dusty cell and looked around. My wrists were covered with chains and my clothes replaced by sackfashion - well, all facts indicated that I was in prison. I turned my head in order to localisate the murmur from the left and I suddenly wished I hadn't. In the cell next to me stood a displeasant man, grinning dirtily and showing a remarkable lack of dental hygienic while doing so. 'Hey, young lady - I could arrange a double cell for the two of us, one of the guards still owes me a favor'. I stood up and got near him - he should see that I am the last person he could talk to like that! I just opened my mouth to give him a