Prison Whump - Tumblr Posts

songs. melancholic ballads, frisky folk songs, rhythmic shanties. they're something that keep people going. they're something that signify that there's still some hope left.

so the guard is taken aback when the prisoner starts to sing.

they've been here for so long, glaring from behind the bars silently, why the sudden act of defiance after all this time?

the guard looks at the prisoner – they're huddled in the corner of the cell, fiddling with the chains involuntarily. a sliver of pity finds way into the guard's coarse heart.

poor thing must've finally started losing it.