Snippet #2460105

This woman was the most hateful human that had ever walked this universe. She felt her blood boil as she spoke to her in such manner, she wanted to say something, however she maintained her composure. She kept moving around in her chair while the older woman was talking, just her presence made her uncomfortable. When she heard the word "chambers" everything went in slow motion, she was being incarcerated, even if it was just for the night the thought still scared her. Before she was led away from the Secretary of Defense she managed to yell a few words out to her "You're a miserable woman, you know that? You are a tyrant!" She felt her face flush as she spoke these words and just like that she was thrown in a separate chamber than all of the other immigrants. This cell was different, it was literally a box, it was dark and cold. I just crawled in a corner and stayed there. She felt the hours go by but the sun wouldn't rise.

Finally the sun rose, she hadn't managed to sleep at all that night. The thought of what will happen to her next was too much for her to bare..and...that woman...how she loathed her with every fiber of her being. She found herself in the same corner, she had a little window which she could see the outside, however she didn't even bother to stand up and look out. All of a sudden she heard mumbling and footsteps getting closer towards the door that separated her from the outside of that room, the only thing that kept running through her mind was the possibility of a death penalty. The thought made her shiver.