LAKISHA
I closed my door quietly behind me and turned to stare at the little holes I had made in it. All a desperate attempt at figuring out what was happening. I couldn't supress a grin; I had really done it this time. I didn't imagine that the men with the guns would be overly thrilled to see their unconscious co-worker beside my bedroom door, gun gone.
I sighed and put Claw on my bed. It was quite pretty actually--the bed. Nice canopy, cherry wood, a nice old-fashioned red and gold quilt. A place fit for a queen. Except for I was no queen and this was no palace. I was a prisoner and this stupid building was my dungeon, my room was my cell.
I sighed and pulled out my pen and paper and began to describe Adam and Cain in excrutiating detail. I also made note of Cain's ridiculous reactions to our questions. I finished quickly and flopped into my pillow, burying my face inside of it. I was surprised when sleep actually did come.
