Nov 25, 2019
( @heyroslan ) It was that time of day again. Her captors didn’t afford her the luxury of a watch, clock, or literally anything to have any concept of time at all, but Cara didn’t need frills. She had her circadian rhythm, and with that she thrived. And by thrived I mean she fucking screamed. Fourteen times an hour. On the dot. Just like right now. Months after they first took her away, Cara still fucking did it. She fucking howled. After letting out the most bloodcurdling scream her feeble heart could manage (it was actually pretty good; she was very dramatic), Cara rattled her bars. She didn’t do that after every scream, but for this one...it just felt right. Then, quietly, “Roslan? Are you there?”