The shackles fell to the floor; the clang of metal-on-metal left Hayley with an unfamiliar sense of freedom. She had dreamed of the night she’d escape and get to experience life beyond the walls. Just the thought of smelling the invigorating wild blossoms and fresh lawn made her –
“Stop it,” she demanded, rubbing the red line on her wrist. “That kind of wishful thinking is what led you here to begin with.”
“Then again, if you hadn’t been such a bitch to the freak with a fascination with BDSM, things’d be different,” she replied.
She hated when she was right.