Re: Holding Pens: Willow
Maya was wandering around, a look of disgust on his face. This place smelled of shit. He could feel himself getting dirtier simply by being in the pen. He needed to get away from here and wash for hours, even after that he was sure that he still wouldn't feel clean. Once again he thought of how he had no-one else to blame but himself for this. If he hadn't run away, he wouldn't be here. A girl next to him murmured something and Maya turned his head. "Did you say something?" he asked