Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20151007064932

Timber whimpers and rattles the bars of her cage. Robin smiles at her. "If only they had listened to me... You would be out of there." Timber snarls and reaches through the bars of the cage. Robin simply stares at her. "Temper, temper." She teases.

"I'm not going to let you bend me again!" Timber shouts. Robin smirks.

"I will, my precious. I will." She walks away. Timber screams in frustration, even though they will never hear her.

"I have to wake up! I'm not dead!"

"I'M NOT DEAD!" 