Todos los capítulos de The Prison: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with

Aren't we all puppets in this world?……The whiteness of the wall suddenly turned into a mesmerizing shade of cyan blue. The scenery before me changed and I was transported inside a distant memory.A mop of the brown head was caught in the corner of my eyes and I instinctively rounded to the next turn, trying to escape the guy. I run, bumping a few times to the throngs of passing students. He wasn't supposed to make contact with me at school. It was too dangerous for the both of us; I could not be associated with him. Something vibrated in my pocket, an incoming call. I reached for the device, pressing the off button. Head cast down, hair framing my face; I moved out to the parking lot and onto my car."I'm not yet done thinking," I said, a hand grabbed my arm before I could open my door. "You are not supposed to be in here."He ignored my words. "Six weeks," he whispered close to my ears. I yanked away from my arm but his grip was firm. He wanted an answer and he would not leave with