❝——…❞

          ❝ three hundred dollars. ❞

   she’s been pacing & mumbling for the past
   hour & hopefully she stops before someone
   assumes she's insane & sends her to the
   hospital.

          ❝ three hundred dollars. ❞

❝ wait, so you don’t think i could take you? ❞

    ❝ can you just maybe like
           ——kill me now ? ❞

   locked in a cage & left for dead,
   stripped of weapons & tools so
   there's no sign of escape. she’s
   tried yelling & screaming but it
   was no use. so she just sits &
   realises that without gismos
   she’s totally & utterly weak.

❝ need a hand? ❞

  ❝ answer your bloody phone! ❞

          studying is not easy when people
          just let calls go. she’s considering
          throwing the phone at the floor &
          jumping on it.

     ❝——don’t move a muscle.❞

         ❝ for once could villains lairs just
            not blow up & mess my hair up. ❞