Talk:Amazoness/@comment-25619592-20141122073313/@comment-222.127.174.28-20141123065112

I would try to escape. Trying to reason with a monster never ends well, so I make a mad dash from where I am kept, clothes or no, I intend to live my life as I see fit, not as a slave to a monster.

As I run I see the end of the forest. A glimmer of hope! My pace increases, driven by the little sliver of hope that is escape. I reach the exit, I escaped, I live!