Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-5583506-20150217002437

''That bitch! That lying, god-forsaken harlot! Once I get out of here, I will pay you in kind, you whore!''

Wraith sat in the cart with the head hanging down. The helmet was heavy and tightly locked. It was itching the skin on the inside and there was barely any air to breathe through the small gap they had carved out from the metal.

The helmet had been a part of the deal. Wraith's sister had payed extra money to the jailors to make sure that her sibling's face was never to be revealed, and preferably in the most uncomfortable way as possible.

''Can... barely... breathe... with this thing on... Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!''