helping-the-unknown

-not longer at Madrid ?... that´s was what Emma first said when she woke up at a cold cell. -what kind of site is this one , why I´m here , i had to finish my architect model as soon as possible , I don´t have time for bad dreams , Emma thought... it was a dark and cold tiny cell where she was locked , the walls with a wet stone bricks cover with dark mold texture , a lock gate with rusty bars ahead of her obviously locked tight, Emma was wearing a strange lace dress with grey and green tones , and a very uncomfortable and tight underwear , the laces of this delicated underwear makes her skin feel hitchy. but that was not what make her feel more mad .... it was also a fetid funny odor in a low key just enough to sense it , that funny non pleasant odor was becoming even more remarkable with time , also a strange shaking at the cold stone floor make her feel anxious , that shaking of course was companion of the strange odor she felt . this has to be a really a bad dream ?! Emma