Untitled 2A Chapter by Locke Redwyne (night sys)Darkness. Cold stone. Iron bars. Rough hands. Pulled to my feet. Down a hallway. Left. Right. Left. A dark room. Something around my neck. Cuffed to a hard surface. Questions. Pain. More Questions. More Pain. “He’s not responding.” Another question. Pain again. “Fine. Put him back in his cell. If he won’t tell us anything, we’ll just use him as bait.” Iron bars. Cold stone. Darkness. © 2018 Locke Redwyne (night sys)Author's Note
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Locke Redwyne (night sys)WAAboutWow, we haven't used this account in literal years! DID system of 19, idk if we'll be posting here but. I'm so glad to find this archive of our old writing. more..Writing
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