Dahlia Strife
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''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.'' | ''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.'' | ||
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| - | "How did I end up here?" I sighed as I | + | |
| + | "How did I end up here?" I sighed as I stared at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry. | ||
I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners. | I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners. | ||
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*[[Get some rest, maybe there will be more answers tomorrow... if that damned guard doesn't have anything too sinister planned]] | *[[Get some rest, maybe there will be more answers tomorrow... if that damned guard doesn't have anything too sinister planned]] | ||
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| - | *[[Forget this, | + | *[[Forget this, that asshat walked off... a thin girl like me should squeeze through the bars no problem... hopefully]] |
[[Category: Dahlia Strife]] | [[Category: Dahlia Strife]] | ||
Current revision as of 07:11, 16 July 2019
This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.
"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I stared at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.
I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners.
As he approached my door I grabbed the bars and proceeded to press my face gently against them, "Why am I here?" I demanded.
He tried to ignore me but I persisted, "Answer me!"
He turned towards me and smirked, "Why is a pretty little thing like you in here? Shouldn't I be asking you that, Dahlia Strife? Stop playing dumb and go to bed, I have a special surprise for you tomorrow morning." His laugh was snotty and filled me with a sense of dread.
I bit my tongue and squeezed the iron bars and went and sat back down on the wooden platform... what should I do? I thought as I scrapped my hands through my black hair.
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