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Not all new experiences are fun..

Colt sat on the bare mattress, the dirty dungeon hadn't been a room she knew about in this house prior to her current stay here. It made her wonder why Marilyn and her then spouse would have designed a cell for prisoners but then again.. it was Marilyn.. she signed and put her head back against the brick wall. "You can't keep me here.." she mumbled more to herself.. Brittany wasn't listening.. not now. Not after she had nearly killed her. No.. Colt had attempted escape number 6 and almost got out.. almost..

The iron shackles had replaced handcuffs that she had easily gotten out of.. then when she got them disconnected from the bed, they were secured to the wall.. now.. now it had been at least a day since anyone had come to see her..

"Just.. let me out.. I'll help her.. I won't run.." she laid down on the bed, curled up, pulling her knees to her chest. The chains clattering till the movement stopped. She had been back for a week almost now.. but she hadn't been allowed out of the dungeon like cell..