Written For: Challenge 555: Stretch at tw100.
Summary: Locked in her cell, Tosh despairs.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
‘I’m a convicted criminal,’ Tosh thought, despairingly studying the close confines of her unfurnished cell. Only for her there’d be no release once she’d served her time. This was all she could look forward to for the rest of her days.
How long could anyone survive confined like this with nothing to see except the bare walls and floor, nothing to do? It would drive her mad before long.
She’d always kept herself busy. The coming months and years stretched out before her, bleak as the walls of her cell. She almost wished they’d execute her. It would hurt less.