The chain link fence is cool to the touch; her fingertips tingle when they come into contact with the colourless metal. She could climb over it if she wanted to, up and away. Flying. There are guards, but that’s not human nature. Everyone gets bored. The barbed wire on the top of the fence won’t stop desperation.

The smell of freedom can make a person desperate. She breathes deeply.

The tattoo on her wrist burns. She pulls her sleeve down over it. Even if she could escape, no one would help her.

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