St.Chroma

The Iron gates shut behind you,the sound echoing through the yard to your bones the desert sun beams down as St.Chroma drags you to your cell…in the same room as his quarters? “You sleep here” his eyes looks at you with pure interest as he locks the cell “The bell for free time will ring, you will stay with me” he sits you down “You look very interesting for my own pleasure, you shall be my..assistant for…things