SPACEIPLIER: Moments

There was a sickening CRACK as Kathryn’s fist landed into the face of the guard. He stumbled back, clutching a broken and bleeding nose as Kathryn snarled at the small crowd gathered around her. More guards were running in. Amy was somewhere in that crowd, but pushed back and hidden as the other prisoners cheered and hurled insults.

There was a thought at the back of her mind. The thought that this wouldn’t change anything. This was her reality now. She should shut up. She should lie down and take it, because when she didn’t this is where it ended up. Bloody and full of screaming hate.

She wouldn’t take it.

She couldn’t just back down.