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The bars are a little loose.
I've been punching and prodding them whenever I'm restless. The metal's old, rust creeping along the joints where the light hits. It always makes me wonder about the alphas who has been in this place before me. If I'm careful enough, I could pry one of these bars loose and slip through.
My eyes flick toward the far corner of the taming quarters. That huge window, always half-covered with those thick white curtains. I've stared at it long enough to know there's a garden beyond it. I can smell the green, the damp earth, even from here. Maybe there's a path leading out.
Maybe freedom starts there.
Or maybe that's what they want me to think.
I lean against the bars, the cold biting into my palms. A sigh leaves me, heavy and tired.
