"You can cage the body, but not the will. Freedom is a fire that burns within, even when the world tries to smother it."~unknown.
Vasilisa Smirnov
The entire room was quiet as he watched me through his burning gaze. I sat still, my hands on either side of my body, as we stared at each other, gauging our next moves. My heart pounded in my ears, desperation surging through my veins. This time, I was going to make it. I had to. He turned around for a moment, running his hand through his hair in exasperation.
I scrambled to my feet the moment he turned around, heading straight for the door, freedom almost within my grasp. But before I could even take a few steps forward, a gloved hand shot out like a bullet, wrapping tightly around my waist again.
"Let me go, this instant!" I yelled, more from fear than frustration, as I found my feet lifting from the ground.
