<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">The woman looked over to his cell. It was obvious he didn't have the addiction of freedom and no rules. He had the addiction of blood spill and murder. It was more so the power. The power you gain by holding someone else's life in the palms of your own hands. It was a hard addiction to obtain and get rid of once you had it. The question would soon be passed around, but when her answer would come up she knew none or not many would believe her. It was hard for the judge and Boss to believe what she had done. She was trying to play along with their disbelief, but as soon as the judge said something she didn't like, she lost her chance at playing the innocent card of the deck. Yes she did.<br/>
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She remained silent and slipped both legs through the bars, sitting down comfortably with her arms crossed on top of her knees and her chin rested upon her forearms. She waited for the stories of despair, chaos and death. Though her story included all, they would be much different than anyone else would have heard about.</span>