Thread:GalaxE/@comment-34012245-20191209040109/@comment-132.251.2.164-20191209064732

Of all possible answers, Dion chose a loud huff.

He desperately wanted to ask who ther person was, whybhe was doing this, but he bit his tongue. Didn't even say a thing. It was a bit late to keep his hopes down by now.

An escape sounded most certainly alluring, but could it really be hapoening? He found himself qestioning the possibility. At the same time, part of him just wanted to dash forward and rush out the door. Luckily, the most logical part of Dion's mind prevailed.

Dion started to pace around, defying the person's suggestion to sit down. He suddently felt very self concious of his tight prison jumpsuit. And the shoes! Oh, the shoes. Their heel clicked so loudly on the floor. It was probably designed so prisoners would be heard wherever they went.