She lay there not in contempt nor held back by restraints. She lay in solitude.
Yet make no mistake, she cannot get up she cannot move. She can do nothing but wait.
Her flesh spoils, decays and her spirit stays in place,
Stuck waiting in a dimension her hatred birthed, stuck in between two places at once. Stuck. Waiting.
The rats nibble at her toes and suckle her tits, at...