Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
She had stopped when she was told to. Sophia didn't want to go back to that dark room where she wasn't allowed to speak to anyone. So she stayed quiet until the she was given the command.
Looking at the boy she gave a sweet smile, "I'd just do what he says."
Hands to her ears again in a habit she formed from watching others that tried to hide from the sound; "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" |