"“I am not leaving you. We stand better chances together anyways.” She pulled the guards pants on and slipped the weapons belt on. Now she could fight. He nodded at her and went to the doorway. Following behind, cattle prod in hand she looked back one more time at the snow. Would that be her last time breathing fresh air?"

For sure my fav line! And Come on! Tell you muse to stop messing around!

Author's Response: Yay! My muse doesn't listen worth shit. I am actually happy at this twist of events. I felt like I was on a roller coaster writing it. rnrnGlad you liked it.