#nylaopen

Until Maverick worked his political magic, the feral woman was a prisoner. Her body was covered in scars from the building collapse and many added ones from the fights. They were in full view while she crouched into herself in the corner of her cell wearing as little clothes as she could without being naked. An unaware rat was stupid enough to cross her path so she snatched up the rodent and dug her teeth into it. The taste was putrid and she was tempted to spit out the offending liquid but instead she swallowed the mouthful she had and squeezed the rest out onto the stone floor. Her fingers lazily pushed through it, a vague recollection from a former life. She had no idea she was being watched.