oliver18rosie
Rosie knew what she had done. She sat in the cell and glared at the grey bars that blocked her from her home. The punishment wasn't the labor, the food, the confinment. The punishment was the isolation. In her cell, she was alone and left to ponder over what she did. The thought, that was the punishment. Rosie bit her lip and stood up, looking for anything to distract her from her mind.