REVENGE.
Cold, calculating, merciless revenge.
It was the only thing fueling Lacy's sleep, the only thing that had made her succumb to slumber's scary embrace.
She really couldn't wait for the day when she would let the bastard Lucius Smith and all of those who had hurt her pay. A smill of victory sat on her lips as she slept, seemingly dead to the world and her present predicament.
Yes, that was how sweet the thought of extracting that pound of flesh she was owed felt like.
“WAKE UP HUMAN!”
Lacy woke up with a start at the loud words, her fuzzy brain desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. Morning light already flitted into the dark cell, seeping in, courtesy of the tiny little cracks on the heavily bolted window way up behind her, the brilliant light shining on the
