Gamer-Grl

I sat against the back of the cell wall, my eyes closed as I attempted to ignore the annoying Dunmer.  The man was raving about how cramped I must feel, little did he know i've been in worse conditions.  At one point he commented about how i'll go mad and the guards will slit my throat to shut me up.  I chuckled and muttered, "Not before I slit theirs." I whipped my head up at the sound of feet descending the stairs.  I slowly rose to my feet, perhaps the Dunmer was right and they were here to kill me.  Though, if it resulted in a fight, I might be able to take some of them out first.  I subconsciously prepared myself for a fight, my shoulde