Rosa sat silently in the corner in some room that once was beautyfull but now the room seemed to have been ransacked and coloured pieces of broken glass where strune around.
Her hands had been tided behind her back, her legs where tided and he mouth was gagged with dirty rag.
It was night in Rivendell and the pale moonlight streamed though the broke window and the stars glimmred in the blackened sky above.
Rosa's hands where bleeding from the broken glass and her pale skin was black with bruses and small cuts.
she shuffed to the window where big piece of glass lay.She sat there trying to cut the ropes with the glass and managed to cut her leg bindings.
"Yes!" She thought getting up to her weak legs.She swayed alittle while she stumbled over to the balconey.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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