Her children cry for her and she cannot go to them, and this, beyond the cruel grip around her soul, is what pains her most. She reaches--she reaches--
She is released.
She gasps, whips around. A whine fills her ears; her children imprisoned in too-blue water fills her sight. There is a man in the room, but he has not yet seen her.
On noise-less feet, she makes for the nearest prison.
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Date: 2016-06-21 03:20 am (UTC)She is released.
She gasps, whips around. A whine fills her ears; her children imprisoned in too-blue water fills her sight. There is a man in the room, but he has not yet seen her.
On noise-less feet, she makes for the nearest prison.