I couldn't help but scoff as the guard visibly looked like he shvt his pants at the cold rebuttal. Though this was telling as to how high this woman was at the pecking order if she could tell the warden to suck it and let me go.
"O-Of course! I wasn't even thinking of doing so, Dame-"
"Sir Rouge?"
My benefactor called out to me. To my surprise, she was already by the exit looking absolutely nonplussed while waiting for my slow ass to get there quicker. "O-Oh, sorry."
Quickly leaving behind the place that facilitated my torture for the longest time, I was greeted by the warm rays of the sun for like the first time in forever. The sweet flavor of the open air... God, I missed this feeling.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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