Chapter 8: Fucking hell, I’m not an awakened
It looked like that had been a guard, and he went around, announcing to the higher-ups that Alice, AKA, the criminal, was awake.
"The fuck! What's wrong with that guy?" Alice muttered and sighed.
She turned to look at her cell.
It was massive.
And there was even a bathtub at the end, with curtains that would ensure her privacy.
"Ah, if it's like this, I think I'll like the life of a criminal." She thought out loud but then remembered something. She touched herself and then her back but there was nothing. So gasped. "My money."
Her clothes had been changed and her money wasn't with her.
Her face contorted as she bit her bottom lip.
"Those fucking thieves." She cussed.
Then, her cell door opened and a man in black walked in.
His black shirt was tight fitted with a weapon strap that looked very much like a gun strap but it was for knives, around his chest. He had one fine chest, may she add.