"This is my punishment." She mumbled to the man before her. "This is my punishment. This is my punishment. This is my-" He interrupted her.
"Stop," he said, facing her with dimmed eyes.
She repeated her words, again. "This is my punishment. This is my punishment. This is," a smile formed on her lips. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Her voice was breaking. "This is my hell."
"You've lost your mind," he said, voice sad as he spoke.
"Maybe I have," she began to braid a few front strands of her long hair. "Or maybe I haven't. Maybe all of you are the ones who have lost your minds and I am the only one who's sane around here."
"I doubt it," a deep, monotonous voice spoke from a few feet away of the other man.
The woman stopped her occupied hands and inclined her head to get a good look at him. "Oh look, Mr. Big and Mighty is here now. To what do I owe thy presence to, my dear Lord?"
"You really are insane." He commented, standing next to the man and never keeping his eyes off of her. He saw her torn and filthy clothes. Her dark, uneven fingernails looked as if they're close to digging into the palms of her hands. A few rats ran across her legs and some were chewing on the dead ones. 'It's such a disgusting little cage.' He thought to himself. Her long, mud-caked hair was splayed out around her. He no longer recognizes the woman behind the rusty bars.