Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30902369-20161216041035/@comment-28753014-20161219014036

''Tristen laid out, stretching her legs and arms so she looked like she was about to start a snow angel. "I'm never gonna make it home, aren't I? I'm going to live in this alley the rest of my days, which might not be many. They'll find me, take me away, and kill me. Or, worst case scenario, they'll sell me. I'll life, but the rest of my life will be endless days of work or something. I hope I get sold as a work slave, and not a different slave to a nasty old man. Kill me now, someone." She said, putting an arm over her eyes. "Just don't look at my eyes. I'm a nightmare..."''